Tag: Hope

That Point

And I stood at a point

Where life asked me to

Take a reverse turn.

Season followed its path

Rains washed clean the reminders

The books were neatly stacked.

Missed from the scene for a while

Met the money plant that loved the sill

The sparrow chirped once again.

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In the Dark…

How do I see in the dark?

Dark not the handsome

In waking dreams of life;

Dark as in life not seen

In knowing about living;

Dark in the mysteries

Of living and in being;

Dark not the beautiful

Yet I see light in the dark….