One
who is not a poet is a poet,
Diwali,
night, darkness, light -
Simple
likeness over darkness is
Whispers
of dryness of illumination.
Life
is whisper, light is a break and beginning
Of
prize that keeps things shaped in life,
With
time, events and manifestation of
Purpose,
known or unknown, brings
To
receive colors of night to burn in
Illumination,
above darkness behind shadows,
Lineage
of truth that evolves breaks
In
the night, creating morning, inside.
A
rose cannot argue, glamour of light can do it.
I am not a rose,
ReplyDeletebut a rose garden flower who seems enjoying rosy thoughts...