Search in the dark
Living in a constant depression aka
a concealed corner that we often go to.
Like a black cat in a black box,
can we ever catch hold of it?
When did this dark fog spread inside us?
All this clarity being a smoked lie and
all this pomp, a mere distraction
Struggling to step ahead into another trap
What is there to believe?
Such vast entirety and no place called home
Life of honesty is plummeted into the
Death of Reality
People, books, places, bodies, eyes & lips,
I search for the faith,
ignoring nothing and trying everything
sticking and longing till they stay still
In this messy wait and a lot of time to kill,
I see a hole of escape, perplexed with its shine
veiling the actual amount of brightness on the other side
I wonder if this darkness is the equilibrium of life
But I strike that thought and move straight
to be the square peg in the round hole
I cut and morph myself,
ambitious to find the light
An inconsolable sadness emerges in my veins
as the darkness remains!
Another search, another darkness
Another shape, another trap
But wait!
It feels less darker than the crossed space
Or is this the way to attain light?
From the darkest to the brightest, infinitesimally
I thank all the elements, people to places,
I realize that it was never to reach you but to search you
After all, not the darkness but
