The Ward

Threads...

Between Ishitwa & me...

So subtle so much unbelievable

Yet

It's there...

The call from the only relative

From a far away land

A symbolic letter

A disguised gesture...

This & that

Because I had forgotten my home...

So,

A shadow, a feeling touches me cutting my earthly existence, unconscious levels...

The parent is calling a sleeping child,

Caressing her head,

Her limbs with an engulfing & enveloping love noone ever knows...

'Get up child,

Get up...'

In the hinge of wakefulness and sleep of the soul

In the half shadow half light I hear a voice

Now loud now goes inaudible...

Low

Very low...

How I love to open my eyes to see the nectar filled face sitting beside me, calling me to wake up.

The hand is giving me a jerk sometimes...

Very bold and strong

If it were a mere sleep stage

It would have woken me up earlier

I am in a coma

And in the charge of the Divine as the doctor!

The guardian is so patient - She or He never loses hope
It's not my case now.
It's the case of the Doctor.

The more I slip into the valleys of unconsciousness, filled with lies untruth and distrust
by the dream world that surrounds me, whispering in my ear all the sorrows all the failures I have been through here, the more the Loving Being is persistent to show me the truth, the realm of brilliant light,
Of love
Of bliss!

I extend my paralysed hand to,
O the Loving one
So powerful,
Pull me out
Take me to you!