April 26, 2019

Shadows


The flame flickers and casts a shadow.
A shadow, dark and without compassion.
Fiery and nonchalantly, it moves with the light,
Like the dance of demons in their lair.

And even as the flame subsides with tears,
It's lilting light orchestrates the dark.
Together, they mould a world,
Of impending doom, yet an inspiring hope.

2 comments:

Saurabh said...

Awesome! Deep thoughts and Tharooresque language!

Shant said...

Beautifully written, with deep thoughts on what we come across in day to day life.

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