Thursday 26 March 2009

Shadow in the Stone

Red tulips splash
across a pastel blue sky,
I see with my father's eyes
and hope the memory stays alive
to water me
in sorrow's time.

Walking, with my hand outstretched
to feel the stone, the marble set
of furniture
that has travelled seas,
to touch my palm,
to be with me.

I saw my shadow nights ago
peep out at me so suddenly,
I jumped, then laughed
"It's only me!"
My darker side,
but only me.


Shaista wrote this poem last year, and I'd posted it on my own blog back then because I really liked it. It takes us back to another place when the future was bright for all five of us. Anyway things took a turn for the worse over the past couple of days due to a horrific mistake by the doctors looking after Shaista, and she has not been able to give directions around things to post, so I'm putting this one up for her. I hope you like it. Please keep writing in. Every message left here is a happy distraction in a time of a lot of pain and trauma. Thanks. Rizwan


Maggie May said...

I'm very sorry to hear this. I am sending healing prayer her way. Her poem is very delicately and carefully observed, beautiful and poignant.

A Cuban In London said...

Thanks, Rizwan. The poem is beautiful, as usual, and you are being ever so generous. I wish your sister better.

Greetings from London.

Anonymous said...

Thanks so much for posting, Rizwan. Shai and your family are in my prayers. Please tell her I am sending my love, and happy, healing thoughts her way. She has always been a strong, beautiful spirit, and I know she will be better again soon.

All the best,

Sam Stevenson

ceecee said...

I am thinking of you Shaista. You are in my prayers.

Jeannette StG said...

Dear Shaista,
You are a trooper, so you will survive this last bout. Keep fighting Shaista, we are standing behind you with healing prayers.
With all the flowers of spring you will bloom again!
Keeping you in my thoughts, Jeannette

Anonymous said...

You write delicately and beautifully Shaista...

Keep writing. Keep fighting. We are all around you.

Heaps of love,

A Cuban In London said...

I always enjoy her poems. I wish her well.

Greetings from London.

Unknown said...

Shaista; the warrior poet, what a beautiful thought. Rizwan mailed me the link to this site and i've been transfixed for a bit.
My favourite would be "Shadow in the stone," the Tayabali home the way I remember it, the shaista I remember, 12 years old and leading the feminist brigade against irksome Rizwan. We are with you Shaista, as we work, at the dinner table, in our prayers-a constant, collective Sunavala healing energy.

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