Ephemeral Phase of Darkness

Whenever sadness makes a call,

We ponder, is darkness meant for all?

Forgetting all bliss,

Flashing light on all amiss, 

 Perturbed intensely

Musing just viscerally

Blotting out the bright sky 

Of dreams with an endless sigh,

As we view the dome of euphoria fall,

We ponder, is darkness meant for all?

True it is that

Melancholy inevitably knocks every door,

Sifts the soul

Making fate roll,

But as we go through

This painful strife,

We understand the meaning of life

There is not even a scintilla of doubt,

Revealing our inner tranquility,

Fighting sorrows with sheer gritty

Lighting the candles of love,

Making darkness of grief shove

Shall make all sorrows rout

Unfolding the book of utter glee,

As fate will bow to us on its knee