Fragments of Light

By Dr. Devica Bisht

In the silent hours, when the world drifts asleep,

I wander the corridors where old shadows creep.

Through walls of memory, thin as lace,

Each whispering echo leaves a trace.

I remember the days when dreams were glass,

Held too tightly, afraid they’d pass.

I wore my armor, strong yet thin,

Against the world, against what’s within.

Life’s hands, invisible, firm yet kind,

Etch scars in places the eye can’t find.

Each wound a line in a hidden tale,

Of fragile strength where we dare to fail.

I’ve crossed through fires that left me bare,

Ashes clinging like unanswered prayer.

But somewhere beneath that quiet gray,

A spark remained, refusing to sway.

We are mosaics, broken and whole,

Shards of silence and songs of soul.

Every fracture, a glimmering seam,

Each piece a testament to dreams.

Along this road, I’ve met weary hearts,

Bearing worlds in their smallest parts.

In shared burdens, in quiet release,

We found in each other a piece of peace.

For though we’re bent, we seldom break,

A quiet courage, a choice we make.

In a glance, a word, a hand outstretched,

Life finds meaning where love is etched.

Through storms that ravage, winds that moan,

We learn we are never truly alone.

The smallest breath, a fleeting glance,

A reminder to give life another chance.

So I gather the shards once cast away,

Each memory a brushstroke of yesterday.

In every scar, a lesson lies,

A map of pain where wisdom hides.

I stand now whole, both shadow and light,

The fire of dawn, the calm of night.

With every scar and every tear,

A mosaic formed, beautifully clear.

And when I look to the endless sky,

With winds of change that pass me by,

I see in each fragment, bruised but bright,

A constellation of my own light.

By Dr. Devica Bisht