Never fear the dark, you will light the darkness.
I remember
there was a time
a long time ago
in the month of January
i was caught up
in a cold darkness
the veil of which
was slowly falling over me.
And there one ghost
i saw around me,
indifferent to my plight
as i would sit there
holding myself tight and
crying.
And there was another
i saw rising inside me
who would blame me
making it bigger-
my blunder of being
in-charge and taking action
on Command.
This was second time
i had faced such a
boycott for being in-charge
and taking action.
The first time,
i bore it all with grace
for i trusted myself
with doing what was right
and acting like-wise
in correcting a wrong.
If the Ghost thought
that correcting a wrong
unashamedly,
was so wrong
-then so be it.
Chin up and i braved the suffering,
which the boycott
in its onslaught
brought.
But this time
the ghost was inside me
for i felt marooned
and scared for the future
adrift in a strange town
with even stranger people.
It was cold outside
and dark inside.
And one day
A voice calls
inviting me for
birthday celebrations
of a tiny toddler,
and in turn redeeming me.
And so i said that
this is the first of many
good tidings coming my way.
The Sun rose the next day
and i remember
seeing the narrow band
of light filtering into my room.
It was the Sun who
refueled my inner light.
And then
one day
the Sun collided with me
as i sat on my chair.
Yes,
thank you my friend
for reminding me
that i dont fear the dark
anymore.
For a renewable light
is lit within me
giving me, its name.
Thats how i bear
my light.
I assumed it was
a duty i had towards all
and i bore it heavy.
It weighed me down
on days.
Your Words
make me feather light
and i flow and fly
glide and sail
serfing on a wave
and rising out of nowhere
and just like that
like the Nike
at the Louvre.
Poetry by Sona
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Written on 2025-08-12 at 18:30
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Light the darkness
Yes,I remember
there was a time
a long time ago
in the month of January
i was caught up
in a cold darkness
the veil of which
was slowly falling over me.
And there one ghost
i saw around me,
indifferent to my plight
as i would sit there
holding myself tight and
crying.
And there was another
i saw rising inside me
who would blame me
making it bigger-
my blunder of being
in-charge and taking action
on Command.
This was second time
i had faced such a
boycott for being in-charge
and taking action.
The first time,
i bore it all with grace
for i trusted myself
with doing what was right
and acting like-wise
in correcting a wrong.
If the Ghost thought
that correcting a wrong
unashamedly,
was so wrong
-then so be it.
Chin up and i braved the suffering,
which the boycott
in its onslaught
brought.
But this time
the ghost was inside me
for i felt marooned
and scared for the future
adrift in a strange town
with even stranger people.
It was cold outside
and dark inside.
And one day
A voice calls
inviting me for
birthday celebrations
of a tiny toddler,
and in turn redeeming me.
And so i said that
this is the first of many
good tidings coming my way.
The Sun rose the next day
and i remember
seeing the narrow band
of light filtering into my room.
It was the Sun who
refueled my inner light.
And then
one day
the Sun collided with me
as i sat on my chair.
Yes,
thank you my friend
for reminding me
that i dont fear the dark
anymore.
For a renewable light
is lit within me
giving me, its name.
Thats how i bear
my light.
I assumed it was
a duty i had towards all
and i bore it heavy.
It weighed me down
on days.
Your Words
make me feather light
and i flow and fly
glide and sail
serfing on a wave
and rising out of nowhere
and just like that
like the Nike
at the Louvre.
Poetry by Sona
Read 56 times
Written on 2025-08-12 at 18:30
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