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.