Ephemeral Phase of Darkness
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