• bhanushaliharshiv 6w

    Enigma

    Midst of darkness
    I found myself in,
    Questioned myself,
    “Is this the gloomy beautiful
    World, I live in?”
    Whirlpool of nothingness,
    Was a part of me, or
    May be, just me.
    Stygian sadness accompanied me.
    Found no happiness, no colour,
    Neither a tree, nor a busy bee.

    Frantic attempts
    I made back then,
    To kindle the fire,
    To resurrect the light.
    But the queer pitch black thing,
    Gulped all of it.

    I was left where I started,
    But, something shined,
    My eyes opened,
    The night had already Departed.

    ©bhanushaliharshiv