I was afraid of the dark,
Afraid that lurking behind the curtains,
A figure would bark!
Afraid that lurking behind the curtains,
A figure would bark!
Now I am 22,
Lost in a lonely city,
It's comforting to know,
When the lights go off,
The same figure still coughs.
Lost in a lonely city,
It's comforting to know,
When the lights go off,
The same figure still coughs.
Strange thing, the darkness - a force parallel to light,
Scares the many who with people flock,
And mates the few,
Who on the pedestal of isolation dock.
Scares the many who with people flock,
And mates the few,
Who on the pedestal of isolation dock.
All worlds
begin in darkness,
And all so
end.
The heart is
no different.
Darkness
sprouts within it, it grows, consumes it.
beautifully written...:)..darkness envelops us many times...true that it is a force parallel to light & had darkness not been there who would appreciate light?
ReplyDeletethank you Amrita :) glad, you liked it!
DeleteBeautiful ... Memories from childhood are indeed a comfort, even if they terrified you then.
ReplyDeleteactually Preethi :)
Deletechildhood is childhood! priceless! :D
Ah! beautifully penned memories :)
ReplyDelete:D thank you Namrota :D
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