The Light
Caught in the whirlwind of thoughts..
Amidst the roaring rumble from the abyss..
While I laid stricken by hopelessness and grief,
On the damp moss ridden floor...
There came a thread of silver light...
Through the slim gap of the shut windows...
It danced on my clenched fist...
Slid through my hair...
And patted my tear-dried cheeks....
The soothing warmth...
Eagerly, I opened the window...
To bathe in the silver light...
It was so nice to feel...
And I basked in the gentle warmth...
The light lit up my darkness..
Every nook and corner it touched..
Weariness gone, I danced in a trance...
Then...
Struck by selfishness and greed..
I wanted the light all for my own...
I grabbed it and put it captive in a box...
And suddenly it went all dark again...
And I knew..
The warmth could only be felt...
And the brightness rejoiced...
But, it was never to be owned..
I opened the box...
And suddenly it was bright and warm all over again..
Preetha Raj
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