What weight of burden does it take for the soul to give up?
What state of sorrow laden in the heart makes it so feeble?
What fear, what apprehension does make the mind tremble?
What makes one shun oneself from the world and escape into a blur?
Hide away from all memories, from existence, from all concern –
inflicted by the self, and not by others, in the long run –
to derive happiness in detachment and isolation,
become a living corpse wandering the ruins of the earth…
All the pillars of strength come quaking, crashing down,
no shred of confidence left, no attachment, all glory gone –
naught but an ache, a craving for true novel freedom,
making one cling to dear life, thinking one day this pain will be done!
What does one do, when everything finally comes to a head, the masts split –
when the sails come undone, and the only way out is to quit, to sink?
Can one survive when the only boon from the Box, Hope, has abandoned ship;
or must one make peace with her and drown, ceasing to blink?
What hope for the blind who has ceased to look to hope –
for one who can no more picture the harbour, let alone the safe shore?
What life for one, for whom death has become the only way to live,
and the only way to live in the waking reality, is to sleep?
© Isha Garg
Brilliantly written, this really resonates with me today.
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Oh dear! Karen I send you hugs and prayers ❤ Take care!
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Thank you xx
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I agree
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Thanks for reading, OJ’s Pride😊
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You’re welcome dear
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A deep and dark poem! I am hoping that these are mere words and not what you are presently feeling. I too….have had such feelings of despair! Superbly written!!!! 💙
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If I did, I’m not anymore, thanks to such lovely words from you, Patty ❤👼
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thought provoking. Lovely written dear
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Thank you so much! ❤
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My pleasure reading
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Grateful ❤
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This is different from the usual Isha, questioning without offering the profound answers as we dear readers are accustomed to. Reading again gives a faint taste and a whiff of romance, romancing the despair.. were we?
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Haha, romancing the despair indeed. What is despair but a dark tunnel that leads to poetry?
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A dark tunnel leading to poetry..that explains it, now that you said it. I would have given despair a gray rug and a tut tut.
You are a true poet, something we can only aspire to be.
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Haha, “I would have given despair a gray rug and a tut tut.” – you are a true poet too! Thank you ESP! Despair must have a point and I insist on making that point “Poetry”!
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Bravo to that along with Amen to that too 😊
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Thank you my dear friend! 👼
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Damn! Mighty comment … one is reminded to dress warmly as tunnels are damply eerie!
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Ah, thank you lady D! I shall wrap the blanket of your warm words!
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Beautifully profound, I felt your pain!
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Thank you Malcolm! Much appreciated. 😊
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My pleasure!
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😊
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Profundity at its best❤️ I love how to seek answers to universal questions through poetry🌼
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Thank you Sameera! 😊
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Nothing fulfills a work morning more than precious minutes with such evocative words.
I am up the ship’s mast… and when hope is almost gone I spy a land of promise and swaying palms. Thankful for a superb write dear Isha. Shine on sweet poet 💖💖🌹🌹
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What an image! The mind’s eye is dazzled 💟 A land of promise has been reached indeed. Thank you sweet Diana 💟
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And for you there is a red carpet unfurled on the sand … to welcome a writer of renown! Tonight there will be moonlit celebrations and a clambake and… (Diana is off on a tangent once more)…
🙋🏻♀️😘😘
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Hahaha I love this! But “writer of renown” took it a little too far 😂😍😘😘
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Yes I should have said “writer of increasing renown” 🤗🤗
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Hehehe. Oh stop it 😛😛😛 Praisonomics on fire.
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Wow. This is powerful. So brilliant
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Thank you so much, Shantanu. Glad you liked it.
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I sure did 🌸😊
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😀
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making one cling to dear life, thinking one day this pain will be done
I love this line the most.
Well done, such a nice piece
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Oh that means a lot. Thank you Ankit!
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You are welcome Isha 🙂
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😊😊
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Whoa, this is deep and intriguing.
Beautifully penned. 🙂
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Thanks so much (topsy turvy) ak!
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You’re welcome (normal) Isha. 😁
Also, that was the fastest reply.
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Haha! 😀
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A poetess with powerful, profound and provoking wits and a passionate pen held by a healing hand that escapes through the therapeutic wrestling of words.
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“Therapeutic wrestling of words ” has rendered me quite speechless, my friend! Such delightfully uplifting and humbling words to read first thing in the morning. Thank you very, very much!
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you are more than welcome… I only wish my comments could match your writing. Nevertheless, I take delight your response and smile
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You are a kind one indeed! Thank you once again!
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You are becoming one of the shining stars here in WordPress. This is brilliant and so perfectly expressed. Sorry for gushing so much., You are awesome.
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What words to read early in the morning and from such a poet at that! 🙌
Thank you so much Drew! It took me a while to post this due to its personal connotations. Being such an insightful reader, you must have connected to the rawness of it, and gushed in appreciation. I’m so thankful!
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I adore your reply. Have a great day. I am going to bed now. Stay inspired
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Thank you again! Sleep well 😊
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Thanks
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A well written, powerful piece. This, dear Isha, is why you have over 1000 followers. Hugs & Love to you dear friend ❤.
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Oh my! I’m so touched by your words dear Walt! You’ve been such a wonderful friend throughout and believed in me since the beginning, I really appreciate you and your words, in and out of Ishaisms! 💛😇
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You know, your words also describe how you have been the same to me. Your.kind words have inspired and encouraged me to keep writing. We believe in each other and that is the beauty of poetry. Hugs & Love to you dear friend. ☺❤
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I agree! Truly blessed to have you as a friend!
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Lovely. I wish we did a better job teaching grief – generation to generation. We lose parents, friendships, our beauty with age, jobs, homes and marriages. Joy is always in the moment – the existential. Letting go. Acceptance. Self-realization in the now. Maybe this is why I love the artists and poets. Creativity is the divine at work – a spiritual awakening birthed in the present.
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“Creativity is the divine at work” – powerful words! I appreciate your insightful words. Thank you!
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It is deep, beautifully written 😊
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Thank you!
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Most welcome 😊
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Wonderfully Written! Stay strong 😀
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