Hoisted Strong…She soldiers on!

Anything but a knock on the door …

Hena was at the verge of leaving the world behind!

Hena had withdrawn from the world. The pain with which she had lived for such a long time suddenly seemed vanishing. The child in her soul was waking to a strange situation and she felt dismayed. Hena had practically forgotten that she was a victim of a warfare. She tried to remember when she had been admitted into the hospital. There were people scampering around her and a few had rescued her from the rubble. And all that was necessary as patients had to be immediately moved in emergency. Hena was one among them.

The hospital was bombed. All that she remembered was that people were frantically being lifted from the hospital premises and she was left in her bed as she couldn’t move. She called out to a fellow at her bedside but he threw his hands up in despair.

With anticipation and frustration stuck upon face, Hena decided to stay on . After a breath she felt her soul drifting into oblivion. All around her screams continued yet her soul was undeniably moving on into a mysterious zone. Where, she didn't know, and Why, she wasn’t sure.

But pouncing upon make beliefs, she witnessed her soul floating in an alchemy of shattered schemes. She was long gone!

In any case her identity was gradually fading. In one word, she was dying after a long spell of sickness.

Months of treatment had gotten her totally transformed. Cell by cell her body had degenerated.

But oddly enough, she was transcending all norms and forms to face “herself,” with all certainty. And now, something else seemed to have taken over her soul.

A drastic change was finding its way into her fealty feels.

It had taken a long time for her to arrive at that point in time. The journey and the feel of it was way too long.

And yes, the way of it was all unbound.

And for the most closest course (ever seen nearest to be concurred —) was this open door 🚪 untimely drawn.

And as an all out show, that door was ajar with the grace of illumining lights exuding thro’ it.

Through and thro’ that bright ephemeral sight —something inviting was ushering her to move on.

She stepped up and soon realized that it was a mirage.

It kept moving and found herself extending over unending grounds.

It was as if a veil over her eyes had been removed.

The only thing that kept her company were these verses from her 📔 diaries which had written in the past .

For some reason she found those words reverberating through her senses.

“O! Look!

There’s a mirage fading into distance as it gently grows,

Receding in time, it’s that evanescence, vanishing thro’ illusory glows !

But as evinced, the path takes on its own journey, even if—the dingy-darkly, daintily floats

Forthwith, there’s also gazing, both in and out, frantic as in loafing, yet -partying along those dungeon roads

Adjacent, there’s a place where the golden gardens glow

But underneath its torpor, that ever in bare earth, glides by so…

O! Look above not below! There’s cumulus radiance,

painted to perfection; ( like long enough to conceal horizon,)as above so below.

Like long horizons casted to progress slow

It’s a long voyage frankly of those— founding of which, ventures one unto the other doors,

A threshold put on to beaming strands ,

Fetch it, to know it, for what it is ,

before any other thought captures it’s soul!

O! There’s cumulus covering ‘horizons, equating to stealth, as it swiftly poses to be exposed

Afoot , Along comes the turn , around the ditch, casting that imagery as in transposed! “

Such and so, held over those lines, Hena felt all about, all around.

Sometimes she wondered whether it was a day’s routine moving forward into the endless or had she already crossed over.

It felt like the eternity’s tireless run was slipping her into oblivion.

And as the live long hours had finally passed along, a slumber reigned over on and on, rallying her as completely unfound. And, right on those surreptitious grounds …she dwelled on !

Her mind was thinking and repeating everything over and again. And in this, all that came thro’ were memories from past.

And yet again…

With hope stuck upon face—she got reminded of the last words from a book lying next to her bed. It was a book written by Ludwig Bemelmans, 1939

“Two straight lines they broke their bread and brushed their teeth and went to bed .”

Then on, deep unto a far off place, she remained uncharted in time all “alone.” She was slipping into a deep sleep. Papers from her reading table blew up into tatters and a dusty calm enveloped the air. A passing bomber had dropped its arsenal. Within moments Hena found herself walking through those dwellings and forging anon . She didn’t realize what had exactly happened. The debris had scattered all around.

Suddenly a draft of cool breeze drifted askance —only to come back, swirling to be her own;

Wandering through those outer spaces Hena found herself feeling light and quite liberated.

Beside her she felt aliens were knocked on a door as if casting strange shadows 🚪

Yet, in all this she was finally reaching the innermost strength on her own!

There, her soul was so agog and so Akon,

Strayed far and wide , much before it was all finally done —all done, she took an agonal breath. She gasped and

all of a sudden, a flood of reassurance came tripping home as if after running days affront.

Thusly, the ebb and flow kept her moving on and on ; and on and along

And as her life throb of aeons had scattered its severed self, her soul burst 💥 all its bonds and merged into nothingness.

And , like a poignant story ending to echo—her entity had long gone , long gone!

Now….

Her frozen tears were free to melt into the streams of unwinding turns. Her entity had merged with the elements of earth, flowing as a wave traversing thro’ thousands of myriadic spuns.

Then quickened to speeds, she thought she had arrived home.

And there… a course, about five course long headed straight —unto a voyage. It was tracking no sojourn.

And there—coming off as the first ray of hope, and passing thro’ ‘wildernesses she appeared and disappeared as glimmers spreading across the sky.

Thus far —her creator had taken chances to lead her on—into that new future , quite unknown. Technically, she was being subjected to an evolution perhaps 🤔 of a wondrous fortitude, all so delightfully spun around the timed-machine, mining along.

And supposedly, that was to make —a better version of her, like a quiet making of a star flickering in the deep oceanic skies, all at once

But, within she felt like a shoddy wick glimmering in the embers of satanic verses inlaid upon —those infernal grounds.

In there, she felt held in an unknown realm of a fleeting scheme with many “Ifs and buts ,” stapled to many parameters echoing: move this way ; not there. All that grace casted upon her soul.

In a way it was like being whisked and swiftly switched unto angles of bottomless pits ,wherein she was whizzing past her own sensing fields with an awareness that made her alternatively feel —lost and found.

In ways, her identity was disappearing and all that was happening at nautical speeds—like running interstellar marathons.

And of course, she was brutally waking, quaking and subsequently, dying in the midst of a planar spiel.

That is to say, she was encroaching an unchartered territory, beyond. Those were deep dark skies where everything was extending endlessly —on and on.

Yes, it wasn’t any familiar environment. She was staged in the open universe, swiftly bound over streaks of light, and travelled thro’ distant galaxies, moving towards planetary fields anon.

Her entity was flowing through the stars ⭐️ and for sure, those stars were no equal to the planet that she had just left behind.

© ✍️ Madhu Goteti, October 8th, 2025