The True One

I roved the lonely roads, crowded places.
My shadows companioned me through.

I sang songs in the tone of blues.
My shadows listened to all.

I set down my melancholies on paper.
My shadows read them unprejudically.

I danced my tearfulness under the rain.
My shadows contemplated my aches.

I sank down in the light of candlelit room.
My shadows shared my silence with me.

But one night,
I collapsed in the fathomless darkness
My shadow; nowhere to be seen
Where did my friend go? A cry, voiceless.

I plumped myself down in dispiritedness
My soul held me and enlightened;
The true one stays even in the darkness.

– Kritika Vashist

(It felt like I didn’t post for ages, but here I am.)