JOURNEY. . . .

The night crept slowly

Scattering the stillness that it always wraps

Reminding her the void that it brought,

Unable to overlook what she had lost,

Carrying the darkness in its arms,

Spreading emptiness all around,

A loud silence, a silent cry,

 It
engulfs her in its dark,

Yet in this dark she lingers around,

Waiting in a state of uncertainty,

In abeyance of her thoughts,

Eager for the day to surface,

Entangled in the memories of the past,

She hopes to begin the present

Searching for a future,

Uncertain about the certainty of this very
thought,

She locks herself more into the past,

Although she struggles for herself, she is in
vain

Denying the reality that she cannot accept,

Watching her hopes wither away

Concluding her faith with each day,

It’s hard to make her realize

That her faith is futile,

She does live her life, heard her say she is
fine

But thinks it hurts only when she breathes

Years pass but
she freezes herself in the past

With nothing to hope nothing to fear

She clings on the very thought of her dear

Continuing the journey now all alone

Unable to contain the ache,

Aging with the pain,

She finds it easier to give up

Watching the death as it nears,

Embracing it to seek refuge,

From the pain she carried all these years,

We watch her moving to a different world

Eagerly waiting to meet the one whom she loved

She waited for an entire journey to end,

Only to begin a new . . ..

                                                _shashi