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The Search of Light

Where is the light Ive always searched for?

Where is the light, so coruscant and illuminating,

That when you’d find it, 

Every worry would kindle to dust.

And every tear would evaporate away into resplendent beams.

Where is the light Ive always craved?

That would comfort me, from my birth, to my grave?

That would encase me in its limpid vapour,

And enchant me in its flaming nature?

Every night, Id search for the moon glistening on the dark blue ocean,

Every night, Id search for someone to show me some emotion.

But the forest remained obsidian black, pine resin cloaking its dense complexion.

And the moonless nights, were far from my craved perfection.

My days started getting obliterated more, with every rapidly falling night.

And as the scorching heat would surrender everyday to the onshore breeze,

I would start to crave this light.

But it would never appear, Id just sit alone.

Surrendering to the charcoal shadows, as they would absorb into my bone.

I would dream of miniature hand cut snow kisses falling from the stars,

So pure and lucent,

That every thought of my day, would be taken away.

“Where is the light Ive always searched for?

Where is the light, so coruscant and illuminating,

That when you’d find it, 

Every worry would kindle to dust?”- Id say.

As gradually all my darkness, started composing my days.

And with every new shadow, even simplicity, would turn into a maze.

And flames would rip their way through even the most beautiful of smiles, tendrils of smoke reaching desperately into the sky.

And now look at me, as here I lie.

The fire eddying my body in the late fall air like the perfect strokes of an artist.

Look at my eyes and what they’ve become,

Their dark beauty lost to the victim of every new night.

So here I lay, engulfed in my dull carved out little world of clay.

But still, every night before shadows absorb my soul,

I search for the light of the day.

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