As the darkness creeps its way
into the brightness of the day,
rises the fear,
which had managed to disappear,
bringing back a lash of things bygone
reminding me that i am all alone
with the sinking sun,
Off goes all the meriment and fun..
Last hour all were here, now there are none..
All that remains in the mind is tremor
the fright of silence with its whispers and murmurs..
Now i feel alone, all alone
With creepy insects, skeletons and bones..
Yet hark- a beam of hope and a ray of spark
Shatters the killing sensation of the dark.
From where does it appear to kill my fear,
to wipe my tear...?
Whose is the presence?
Feel someone right beside me
someone imperishable
neither a fairy from a fable
nor an angel from God's stable
but a super power
an ideology..
My own Imagination
perhaps my own creation!
Someone who resides in my innermost soul..
who makes me do good even if i fall
who? God or something else, Who? Who?
