*Diya
roughly translates from Urdu as a flame lamp or light.
Diya
Small yet
powerful
It shines as
the darkness approaches
The very
darkness
That is able
to take the ever-present daylight
And without
a word,
Soundlessly,
Envelops the
world.
And with
every passing moment
Diffuses all
signs of life.
Yet,
Even as the
world lays in sleep
I remain
awake.
In my
overwhelming solitude
The
flickering flame shines on.
At times
faltering,
But never
failing.
In an
oblivion devoid of all senses
It is a ray
of life,
Of
emotions.
Allowing me
to continue on
Using the
fiery warmth for strength
And the
effervescent glow for company.
A
friend,
A companion,
As I lay
waiting
Unable to
sleep, unable to waken
Caught in an
entangled web
Of
hopelessness and despair.
In a vain
attempt to alleviate the grief
I begin to
pour out my heart
Drop by drop
the deepest crevices empty
Wounds that had until now remained
hidden
Now surface
in a sea of emotion
Filling the
book of my soul.
Page by
page……
Pages of
happiness,
Filled with
golden memories forever held dear
Those
fleeting moments
That are
never within grasp.
Pages of
sorrow,
Written with the tears of a troubled heart,
Tears that
despite being one’s own
Stream
unfaithfully from grief-stricken eyes.
Pages of
hope,
That mirror
the innocent dreams
Of a blind
and foolish heart
A heart
foreign to the ways of the world.
Pages of
despair,
As wave
after wave of bitter truth
Encompasses
the very reality
The heart so
vainly attempted to create.
The stinging
of the truth
However,
Is not
strong enough to drench
The single
ray of hope I hold onto so closely
For it is
all that remains
In an
otherwise lifeless night.
As I sit
waiting,
Tired of
reliving all those memories
That only
serve to further my pain
Knowing that
they will never return to me….
And tired of
reliving those memories
That only
further enshrouds me in darkness
I
wait.
For what,
even I cannot fathom
Perhaps for
times when my single flame
Will pale in
comparison to the light
That one day
I will call my own.
Or perhaps
for a hand
That will
fight through the darkness
To come to
my side.
A fellow
traveler
In this
otherwise desperate journey of life
Sending away
the despair,
The
loneliness….
The
sorrow…..
At a turn in
the road
Upon which I
have yet to travel.
And
now,
As this
night brings me a step closer
To finding
this turn in my journey
I find the
darkness beginning
To dissipate
along the horizons,
Horizons of
new beginnings.
With this
new sign of hope
I am able to
close my eyes
And rest my
weary soul
Holding on
to that single hope
That one day
in my journey
My
destination will find me.
