juggling through a dark patch in life,
engrossed deep in thoughts,
one finds oneself, suddenly
surrounded by a thick pall of gloom,
as if lost in a wild, thick forest
on a dark scary night,
with not a ray of light to show
the path back home to safety.
I don’t know what others do,
but I pause, try to regain my breath,
shut the eyes and delve deep within,
looking for a speck of light, however small.
And when the eyes are opened,
there appears a dim ray of light,
feeble though, but enlightening enough,
to enable me to hold, recollect and
and take a step forward, then another, then another…
amazingly, as I move onward,
the light too seems to be moving along,
as if I held a small lamp on my palm,
shielding with the other hand the tiny flame,
And taking small, careful steps,
one after another,
I finally manage to reach back home,
heaving a huge sigh of relief.
Isn’t it worthwhile? A miracle rather?
In an anxious, crippling moment,
to look within,
for all enlightenment
and strength one needs,
to sail through the rough times