Realism That Way Poem by Sumita Jetley

In the embrace of the night, under a sky so wide and bright,
Abida walks a path, unknown, alight.
A journey unfolds, a tale untold,
Of time and space, in her heart, it takes hold.

Once mundane, now mystical, her world transforms,
As the fabric of reality warms and conforms.
Thoughts once chained to the ground,
Now soar, in newfound mysteries abound.

No longer alone, in the world's vast expanse,
She finds unity, in every glance.
Nature's whispers, the city's roar,
Speak of connections, never noticed before.

In silence, she discovers a language profound,
Where words are lost, but meanings are found.
Faces in the crowd, reflections of her own,
On this journey, she is not alone.

The wisdom of Bulleh Shah, in her heart, takes flight,
'You have never tried to read yourself, ' he writes.
A mirror to her soul, his words ignite,
A journey within, away from the night.

'The soul's flight soars high, but at home, it's caught, '
Another verse, with meaning fraught.
Though she explores the world, so wide and vast,
It's within her soul, the true journey is cast.

No final destination, no end in sight,
Just more questions, in the darkness and the light.
Is this the truth, or just the start,
Of an endless journey, within her heart?

The essence of her quest, not in answers found,
But in living the questions, profound.
An eternal journey, within, unfolds,
Rich with discoveries, as Bulleh Shah told.

So, let's walk with Abida, in her tale so bright,
Through mysteries and questions, into the light.
For in our own journeys, we may find,
The endless layers of our own mind.