Anguish and uncertainty ripped me apart, anger and inadequacy
Writing bold lines in my mind.
The depression that had stricken me was peeling off layers from my being
As I shed tear after tear, not knowing why or where from they came.
The ones dear to me could not understand this stranger I had become,
They only felt ripples of the searing dread that caused a chasm.
I screamed for help, but only my scream was heard,
The words lost in the expressions of terror, overwhelming the message.
Hands that reached out for a help that never came,
Gnawed in helplessness at a faceless visage.
Cowering in despair, I allowed myself to sink deeper
Into the darkness of the quagmire the exhaustion was drawing me into.
Little did I realize it was at the Feet of the One I had fallen —
The only one who could ever save me.
Krishna, in His inimitable style, sat on a mound, tall and dignified,
The epitome of empathy.
A pleasing picture, seemingly unfazed, unexcited, unfettered
By the traumatic drama played out at His Feet,
He only too well understood the beauty of the soul
Wrapped in the gloom-ridden shroud.
A million pieces was what His heart would rip into,
Every time the stream of tears began their laughter-riot.
Yet His calm was what gave me the strength to endure
The prodding that vexed me into extinguishment.
Then it happened, a moment of surrender, the relinquishment
Of ego, when, in deep, unbearable anguish, I clutched His Feet.
“Save me, please!”
Even as the words formed in my mind, I was transformed —
Blessings of flowery showers miracle the watery grave
Into a fertile placenta and the woeful shroud into a cocoon.
I was a larva, sprouting vibrant wings, emerging under His protective gaze
To claim my latent passion, a beautiful poetic encore.
Thus revealed, the butterfly I was, fluttered on to His shoulder,
And as He played mesmerizing notes on His egoless instrument,
I swayed in the exhilaration of forgiveness Accepting that the struggle was only mine to emerge from.
(Written by Vidya Shankar)