Poetry- The Whisper of Life

    The Whisper of life

The mist, a shroud of blankness,

No horizon, no shore, as far as I could see

drowning in the silent, swirling deep.

I struggled to find a shape, a sound, a pulse,

but only the echo of my own longing.

I ached for a soul's distant touch.

A hand to pull me from the silent dark,

a whisper of life and shared breath.

A yearning for joy, even the solace of pain,

anything to feel real again.

I was lost in a labyrinth of air,

walls that offered no resistance,

a maze with no center, no way out

nothing returned.

The silence left me stranded,

marooned on the island of myself.

adrift in the boundless sea of nothing.

- Pankaj Mala