The sun rises and sets,
It rises again the next day and will set like yesterday.
But each day brings a new light.
A new light that guides everyone through darkness.
However, the new light doesn’t bring a new hope to a fanatic like me.
It neither gives aspiration nor warmth and comfort.
All lights are not light.
All rays are not rays.
Some shines in eyes, and some in hearts.
I live in the memory of the one that shone in my heart once.
My heart rests in the brightness of the old ray.
She came and shone for a while, bringing brightness and hope in my life.
A moment of brightness and an eternity of darkness,
But beautiful enough to endure the darkness for the rest of the life!
Friday, January 18, 2008
The Bright Darkness of Life
Life is a puzzle of brightness and darkness.
When some are in agony to buy fortunes
Others can’t think beyond to have some bread on the table.
Some are unleashing terror, some advocating peace.
Some are enjoying the warmth inside, some fighting the rude cold weather outside.
When some are the victims of callous fate,
Some are plotting their own misfortune.
In between, some are waiting their turn reluctantly.
Every moment is a fear of untimely dear soul departure.
Even the little leftover life is not permitted to breathe freely,
Since the mind is eclipsed by sudden yet unwelcome messenger.
Some are working less and unequally fortunate.
Some are working hard and equally unfortunate.
Somewhere, life started envying the dogs running on the streets.
The fastidious dressed-up man weeps, seeing the smile of the roadside beggars.
Where there is nothing, there is peace and serenity.
Good friends end up as foes.
There is conspiracy only to the wrong target.
An ocean is always there where there should not even be a stream.
The destination of true lovers is always departure.
Inside every rainbow, there are dust particles.
And the dirty mud has diamond deep inside.
Brightness is just a hologram.
It is the darkness which is so strong and real that it can be seen.
We are living either in this darkness or in its the bright reflection.
When some are in agony to buy fortunes
Others can’t think beyond to have some bread on the table.
Some are unleashing terror, some advocating peace.
Some are enjoying the warmth inside, some fighting the rude cold weather outside.
When some are the victims of callous fate,
Some are plotting their own misfortune.
In between, some are waiting their turn reluctantly.
Every moment is a fear of untimely dear soul departure.
Even the little leftover life is not permitted to breathe freely,
Since the mind is eclipsed by sudden yet unwelcome messenger.
Some are working less and unequally fortunate.
Some are working hard and equally unfortunate.
Somewhere, life started envying the dogs running on the streets.
The fastidious dressed-up man weeps, seeing the smile of the roadside beggars.
Where there is nothing, there is peace and serenity.
Good friends end up as foes.
There is conspiracy only to the wrong target.
An ocean is always there where there should not even be a stream.
The destination of true lovers is always departure.
Inside every rainbow, there are dust particles.
And the dirty mud has diamond deep inside.
Brightness is just a hologram.
It is the darkness which is so strong and real that it can be seen.
We are living either in this darkness or in its the bright reflection.
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