"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