Ballad, Ishaisms, Poetry, Soul

Song of the Mad Drifter

Every soul, of these very rocks and peaks was a traveller, living in a primeval Earth that evolved with every passing year…

Art and music, of our ancient mystery, are the preservers; though our souls have ventured far, we’re still those wayfarers…

Stifled by the confining conventions of the monotonous modernity, we’ve forgotten our history, traditions, culture and our ancestry –

forgotten how we wandered the same lands and chose this journey for we’re all but fleeting drifters from the very first century!

Druid, Pagan, Poetic – labels are codswallop, because all is one – even as every different word today, was once the same tongue

merging and constantly venturing beyond the barriers and bounds – what is old and ripe today, was once as young…

Happy soul, this isn’t your first time here – you’ve wandered earlier as the breeze, the rider, the hunter!

Every bard has said it before – you are but an actor – whatever part you wish for now, you shall receive in the hereafter!

This body is a mere medium to feel the love of nature, for in spirit you’re everything already- today, tomorrow, the day after!

Dance like you did under the first constellation by the stone fire! Reflect and sing rustic, quaint lores by the murmuring river…

The moon still shines upon you like it did in the yesteryear – I don’t lie, though you think me a mad drifter!

You know there is truth to this, my story; and what you think is fiction, indeed is reality!

Everything is familiar, everything makes us nostalgic; I pronounce it truth, you pronounce it magic!

Wake up and realise, there is nothing to fear – we once resided as one with the unicorn, the dragon, the bear

Irrespective of evil and irrespective of good, embraced both the tree, and the elves in the wood…

Remember, all is one, and that is all you need to remember; don’t dismiss me as a rambling mad drifter…

All that is forgotten must be remembered – You are the sultan, the slave, the past and the future!

You touched the same tree, or its grandfather; drank form the same brook the same fill of water!

You were here before, you will be here, after – you are the golden age, you will be the silver!

Be unafraid to reflect, on the sooth of this sayer… pray remember the words of one you name the mad drifter!

Troubles troubling today will tomorrow be over – it is the one law: change is all that lasts forever.

One form erodes and evolves into another – today a young soul, tomorrow a mad drifter!

Petty squabbles, war, and burgeoning green-eyed monsters: this is a violation of your true self and nature;

made to love, to heal, to hone and to discover – not to dismiss these, as mad talk of a mad drifter!

Look how we’ve twisted it all, love and faith and natural order!

Look how we’ve annihilated the core – the lessons of experience, our teacher…

polluted the world’s sanctity; spilled blood on its pristine beauty, betraying nature and ancestor

If this is what defines sanity, O Soul, I am a happy, mad drifter…

Find now, what isn’t truly lost – it is no hard labour – all it asks of you is to be calm, and remember

neither madness nor drifting, are the words of this mad drifter…but mere whisperings of what you already know – of the then, the now and the hereafter…

You know there is truth to this, my story; and what you think is fiction, indeed is reality!

Everything is familiar, everything makes us nostalgic; I pronounce it truth, you pronounce it magic!

Wake up and realise, there is nothing to fear – we once resided as one with the unicorn, the dragon, the bear.

Irrespective of evil and irrespective of good, embraced both the tree, and the elves in the wood…

Remember, all is one, and that is all you need to remember; don’t dismiss me as a rambling mad drifter…

All that is forgotten must be remembered – You are the sultan, the slave, the past and the future!

You touched the same tree, or its grandfather; drank form the same brook the same fill of water!

You were here before, you will be here, after – you are the golden age, you will be the silver!

Be unafraid to reflect, on the sooth of this sayer… pray remember the words of one you name the mad drifter!

© Isha Garg
Doodle by Isha Garg

27 thoughts on “Song of the Mad Drifter”

  1. Wow, I felt like I was reading something that Gandalf had written (I love LOTR). And with every line I read, I immediately had other quotes and songs just jump into my head (ever hear the song, I am a Poor Wayfaring Stranger?) I think I want to go listen to that song now or maybe watch The Hobbit or sink deep into some beautiful and mystical writings..

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    1. Oh I absolutely love what you wrote, Larisa! 😄 Halfway through this, even I could sense how LOTRish this seemed so I even added the ‘wood elves’ bit! I was so inspired to write this due to some recent spiritual developments in my life.
      I hope you have a great time delving into fantastical worlds while I listen to that song you shared.
      P.S. LOTR is LIFE. Period. 😍
      Take care, dear friend!

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  2. The lines ‘You know there is truth to this, my story; and what you think is fiction, indeed is reality!’ are golden! I have always argued that what is fiction is real embellished with ornaments that hide the event from the eye of the reader but the truth is right there before us! And I have missed your writing! I hope you are keeping safe.

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    1. Oh thanks for that! I enjoyed writing that line as well 😊 Love the image of ornaments concealing the truth.

      Thank you Parikhit! Hope you’re keeping safe too. Glad to see your posts back on WordPress!

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      1. I’m praying for the same! I’m reminded of your post where you mentioned how Nature simply wants us to be patient as she renews everything. Where so many articles are pointing out about the wrath of nature being unleashed or Nature showing us she can’t be messed with etc – that thought really stayed with me. And I think (hope and pray) that this suspension of the world into uncertainty is merely that – a call to be patient.

        Keeping well, thank you! 🙂

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      2. These are testing times but also a time when we have so much more to do in a day. I have two additional hours each day, I have time to watch FRIENDS again or some silly YouTube videos, read and write and reconnect with everyone 🙂

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  3. Both epic and philosophical; I can admit the reassuring tone calms my spirit. Some songs give momentary gratification, but this is the type that becomes a classic and encourages humming and reflection. A welcome and wonderous piece of writing dear Isha 🌺❤️🙏🏻

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  4. It is inadequate to simply like your work Isha. We love it. Technology gives each of us on line the option to send that quick message, but your work evokes so much more of the reader. I have a question. Do you doodle before, during or after your write or all three? I have seen a writing exercise which begins with doodling and then becomes the first word of a poem or piece, once the doodler feels or visualizes an idea forming verbally. Freewriting follows for about 10 to 20 minutes and ends with as the last word turns back to doodling. Through the exercise, the pencil or writing instument should not leave the page until the creative moment has ended.

    Regarding your theme of fiction as a touchstone to deeper reality, I can truly relate. In the balance, you might be the young soul and I, an old reader or indeed the mad drifter, but the magic of fiction nullifies these distictions. I once heard a comedian poke fun at the idea of people having an intense dream as they are asleep. He said, “Imagine if you saw someone dreaming and they said, with eyes closed and still asleep, “Hey man, that’s fake…that could never happen…” Adults need to remember that the brain needs to dream for rest and renewal, as well as for resilience and survival in this post post modern world.

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    1. Xavier, I’m mortified at missing this comment and yet glad that I could read this in the quiet of the night – perfect setting for such lofty thoughts.

      In answer to your question, I very rarely doodle first. The doodle is more often than not created for the poem. I enjoyed reading about that writing exercise you described! How fascinating! I’m tempted to give it a try!

      Your take on fiction and reality, and dreams that sustain everyday life, is so rich and engaging – indeed the lines are blurred and I certainly believe that the bodily form we inhabit is merely for a worldly experience – we’re so much more of a dreamy fiction than simple reality!

      I truly adore your writing. You’re such an artist, SUCH an artist!

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    2. On a side note, might I add how thoroughly engaging and wonderful I found your post on Icarus. My first introduction to the tale was upon reading the allusion in Robert Browning’s Patriot, but you truly brought it to life for me. Unfortunately I couldn’t express my thoughts on your blog since the comments seem to have been closed, yet I couldn’t resist letting you know.

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      1. Thanks Isha for your replies and encouragement. In the present lock down world, I have days of creative energy and others where I am not motivated, at least not to write anything that seems worth posting. Much of that is self-perceived, so your support helps a great deal. There is a short story by Anton Chekhov called The Bet which I plan to reread and I recommend it of you have an hour or so and have not already done so. In the story a character agrees to live in solitary confinement for many years to prove that life in isolation for a finite period of time would be more tolerable than execution. His partner says that no one can endure isolation for such a long time and the two enter into a bet to prove themselves correct. I will not give away the ending, but what makes the story really interesting is the description of the stages the man in isolation goes through, from reading and writing incessantly, to pursuing others arts and interests, to long periods of slothful inactivity and more.

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      2. I remember reading that story about the banker and the lawyer… What a characteristic Chekhov twist it had in the end.
        I completely agree about what you said on creative energy coursing in bouts with periods of emptiness and demotivating notions… I guess since most of us are experiencing this for the first time in our lives, we’re all just going to have to take each day as it comes and live through the worst parts of it – which, yes, there are plenty of. Sadly the bad seems to be getting worse and artists, writers, creative, sensitive and empathetic beings are bound to feel the worst waves of it.
        Hold on, my friend and before you know it, this too shall pass!

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      3. Also, you’re one of those writers who only needs to take to pen, so to speak, to engage and interest the reader – and more often than not, awe them – that you hardly need to concern yourself with how it’ll be perceived or whether it is worthy to be made public. Like you said, those doubts are self perceived. Your comments itself are ample proof of that!

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