The night falls, across the lands
Mist envelopes, and clouds descend,
Shadows emerge, to comprehend,
This paradox, that before me stands
Lights are shy, to blind me tonight
So I light my love, the candles of sorrow,
Wishing for a better tomorrow,
Dreaming to dream it’d all be alright
The candles bleed, as the night proceeds
I watch the flames flicker in the breeze,
But their dance fails to put me at ease,
As it all reminds me of my obtuse deeds
The grinning moon, and the mocking stars
Poke at my gashes, and watch me cry,
I close my eyes, and watch them dry,
It’ll be morning soon, I’ll forget my scars
Breaking the silence, the darkness hissed
And it told me how the sun will dawn,
And a new era of glory will spawn,
And how I’ll find, all that I’ve missed.
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- suraj sharma
- my mind, therefore, becomes this outstretched field of immeasurable serenity, which, although illuminated at angles awkward and unfamiliar to my eyes - is neither dark nor twilit. The strange lighting turns the vacuous foreplay of shadows chasing shadows into an euphoric, almost utopian feeling which is held in suspension as long as this configuration of appearances beckons the restlessness of reason ever forward into the uncharted hinterlands of imagination while at the same time compelling me to bless the lighting director.
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