The shadows didn’t exist nor any shades,
It was dark and black that never fades
Sounds,whisper,laughter and lament
Of people like me who came and went.
The dark didn’t frighten nor depress me,
For it was like this, from the time I’ve seen
From people I heard of lights and rainbows,
Things all have heard and no one knows.
We kept walking aimlessly and directionless
We kept walking cause that’s the only thing to do.
Sometimes I’d bump into sweet sounding people,
People who like me had always been walking.
We talked of things not-yet-ours,
of days not-yet-come
Of things that would change our lives
Of things that would bring our death.
And heard tales of light,
weaved in hope and lies
Of hanging drop of light,
That carries the weight of the night.
And we never spoke of our walk,
Of the times we’d fallen,
Of times we trampled people
In search of the light.
I guess that was what
The darkness was about.
To move forward in spite of all.
To reach a fine moment
In this infinite night
When we no longer have to walk.
Till another darkness engulfs us all.
You write beautifully.
Thanks. I try my best. Glad you liked my poem.:)
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