Light

To lie upon thy bed of stars and midnight pillow clouds-

An irrevocable wonder woven to the so-called life.

A cup of blood stained this core of being,

Nothing was left but these empty eyes.

They were once so full of delicately created bliss

and innate loveliness and purity,

Bethink of thee gives one more chance

to redeem the once possessed vitality.

The universe is nothing but an undesired vortex

taking everything to black nothingness

of frozen- dead lilacs and odorless rotten daffodils,

But thy existence swept away all its darkness.

The cracks of passion never get any chance

to be healed yet they never once bleed to death,

They kept on growing like a cancer of endless sufferrings

bestowed upon the graves of namelessness.

But the felicity brought by thee to almost everything

stops the world’s fixation in just one blank stare,

And all the raging sturdy silhouettes broke into pieces

and were blown by the wind of a loving nightmare.