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