A fractured piece of melody,
Lingers around, drifts away,
At times, it follows
Her essence to her core
Like a dark, haunting memory.
Tiny rivulets of pain cloud her sight,
She looks ahead, knowing
The dark will have its vengeance
For being abandoned,
For being destroyed by the light.
Black; she reminds herself tonight,
'Twas once her adored garb
Not unholy but infinite,
The color of vacuum.
She'll wait till the end of the night.
She smiles at the setting sun,
Breathing in the petrichor.
They lurk around,
The creatures of the night,
Intimidated, as she walks on.
Wonderful imagery! Almost like.... the very melody that used to soothe her now lay fractured. And the 'rivulets of pain'(Tears) seeps through the fractures. The 'garb' of despair is as black as vacuum.. but vacuum is the very canvas where light is painted. The light of hope keeps the jealous 'creatures of the night' at bay. beautiful stuff as always.
ReplyDeleteThank you for stopping by, Nilotpal! It's wonderful to have your valuable feedback... Yes, no matter how dark the night is, there's always the promise of a bright dawn...It's nice to see you getting deep into the lines to understand the essence.... Hope you're doing well. I'd love to read some of your poetry as well. Please do share the link. Take care
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