Standing on the concrete ruins of me,
all stability giving way beneath my feet;
I see a shadow of someone I used to know,
I see a shadow before the setting halo –
Does it see me, or look the other way?
Are there things left unsaid that it wants to say?
I’m pulled to it, body, mind, heart and soul, by a magnetic force;
Was it on this naked barren heath that our paths were meant to cross?
Can we plant a garden here, dear heavenly father,
Will you quench our thirst, I beseech you, with a drop of water?
Will you make this dark dusty debris fertile once more?
Or will you condemn me to walk the stony path forever, feet bleeding and sore?
What is this prison of a world I’m trapped in?
What was the crime, what was the sin?
What is this beautiful shadow, that tempts me so,
that shows me the way out and beckons me follow?
Is it only a mirage, the conjuring of my deluded, hungry heart?
Or is it like the Piper come, all my sorrows to depart?
And lo! I see a brook some way hence, flowing clear and deep like my tears,
Thank-you heavenly father for answering my prayers!
Yet I keep my happy hopes in check – ‘Don’t be too glad, heart, lest you be crushed,
lest all this be an illusion, and crumble to ashes and dust’.
But the shadow takes shape, and so does the flowing respite,
Dark clouds dissipate, and all I longed and long for, is still in sight…
I walk, guarded and protected by the divine, away from this temporary crisis,
Ushered for the first time in my life into an everlasting oasis,
Eternal spring, eternal love, eternal joy reside in this long awaited festivity,
All fears and doubts evaporate in the face of glorious certainty!
Now it’s time, for new beginnings to be celebrated,
You see, dear life, you never were for sorrow fated!
© Isha Garg
Doodle by Isha Garg