As I walk this passage,
Familiar walls, unfamiliar paints,
Changed with age,
How many new coats of paint,
Since I grew up?
I touch the walls,
Warm with memories,
Tears, laughter, resonance all,
Of a home filled with family.
I used to run here once,
Now I watch this corridor,
I see the dark shadows,
The light emanating from the doors.
Dark and bright,
This is what life is all about,
All ending in a window of light.
When did it get difficult?
Walking through the shadow of pain and sorrow,
Into the brightness of laughter and love.
Towards the window of light.
These rooms where I lived,loved,
Laughed, cried,
Where my granddad read me poems,
Where he quietly died.
I look into it,
Once a part,
Now apart.
And this one where my grand mom cooked,
Not just food, but stories,
Of princes, and robbers,
Dragons and fairies.
Where I fought with my siblings,
Over sweet dumplings.
This is the step,
Where I always slipped and fell,
And brought the house down,
With my heart wrenching yell.
I watch these places,
From the outside,
Once so well-known,
Now so unknown,
The voices and smells die away,
I am engulfed in darkness,
And its still day.
It used to be so easy when I was a child…
When did it get so difficult?
Where did all the familiar faces go?
Where did all the familiar smells vanish?
Where is that girl who ran so free?
Who dreamt and lived fearlessly.
Who is this woman that walks lost,
Lost insight!
Lost in a corridor
That is a one way
And can only end up
At
the window of light…
