“I” House, a mansion “I” treasured
with concrete walls of pain and pleasure
Roof, a dome of social conformity
Furnished with rich rules and hypocrisy
Marbles of fear lining the floors
A large guilt painted entrance door
drapes of religion shading the windows
and many rats racing around in limbo.
One fine day “I” heard love’s knock
Impetuously,”I” turned the lock
Light itself stood in all its glory
Bursting with life “I” became a memory
What remained was a shadow sublime
Tranquil and still and frozen in time
Aha! Lol
So shadow lives in light obstructed
like life lives in love obstructed.
Now though light is gone, has it really gone
Doesn’t love exist in many forms
In happiness and sorrow
In joy that we borrow
and so in star drenched moonlight
or in radiant bright sunlight
The door of this house remains ajar
and shadow comes alive as love’s avatar.
Alara
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