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"WHEN THE LIGHT FALLS"


The lost vestiges of my stifled sobs,

Barren smile and a life without a sheen,

Are in search of exit doors of an old, Dilapidated structure, a home to many wild Dreams; so many windows and doors of

Heart's deep closet are closed forever.


The exterior of my self is drenched in the light divine.

The lamp post of abundant hope and optimism is Burning in its own territory,

Not illuminating the dark alleys

Of the mind, anymore.


The whole structure of my persona is slowly

Withering to turn into ashes; from inside

The huge gateway of my eternal soul,

I discern the coming tornado which

Will submerge the whole structure into

The expanding void of nothingness.


Till then, I wish to immerse myself into

The unfading light of my enlightened soul.


© RAKESH CHANDRA India

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