Maybe You are Gone...

 There was a life I endured—

From crawling into walking,

From startled beginnings

Into something worn and strained.

Your presence sustained my survival,

Whether on earth or beyond it.

 

I searched within the soul—

From barrenness into fertile ground,

And back again into barrenness.

Each time I tried to begin again,

I found myself trapped in restless thought,

With every effort dissolving

Into dilemmas I could not avoid.

 

Time passed in stillness—

From hours into days,

Days into months,

Months into years,

Until years gathered into a life

That deepened into silence.

 

Through the final closing—

From an opening into confinement,

From light into stillness—

I became a hardened child

Under the protection of Goddess Kali.

 

Maybe you are gone.

Yet I continue in stillness,

Guided by what remains of the divine.

                                                        --anurag_vatsya