No Light! No Light!

Eyelids when strain to give way to light
Hope climbs up the lashes to skies bright;
Colors, Colors reflected all around
Whilst Shadows follow behind without a sound!

Presence of none is Black they say,
Presence of all, lets White make its way;
What hideous game does Light indulge in
Letting dreams breathe, the stealthy approach of mares not seen!

Oh! Poor Souls! Following the trail of Light!
Thinking all that they witness is right!

Their essence relinquishing gently
Exhaling last sighs in the darkness of the night!

Draw the curtains, Let the light in
Let it trickle around life, ridicule its being;

Draw the curtains, Let the light in
Let it show what it is and shadow what has been!

Let words be..

Whilst gently being dragged across
by insolent ink flowing without sense of loss;

Hear them screech under the sharpness of the nip,
As if being flung from a dizzying cliff.

Feel them suffocate under the imprint of numerous feet,
Trampled while grazing on the busy hectic street;

Dumped with indifference after a careless sight
Even if they did once soothe one's plight!

Necessity they are, sometimes luxury too,
Much sought after to gather as possessions new;
Watch them being ruthlessly used, stretch to fit in context
Their rare essence lost! Lost in volumes of text!

I earnestly say, Let words be!
Let them dwell in thoughts, lest they flee..
Let them hover in space, traversing times old and new
Selfishly let them paint pictures, pictures just for you!

To be and not to be..

To drizzle as quiet rain drops,

Not to be their stubborn touch;

To be lost in the vast of blue

Not to touch the brim, waste as such.

To be the orange warmth on a blue skin,

Not to scorch the essence of one's being;

To be the light burning in your eyes

Not the reason for the shadow in its skies.

Oh! To be like the soothing wind and how it flows

Not be the one which wreaks havoc and heaves fatal blows;

To be the whiff of a fresh air blast

Not be the corner of one's breath last.

To be a well crafted dream,

Not the nightmare with the darkest stream;

To be the question in a curious mind

Definitely not the doubt in its crevices entwined..