Like fireworks in the velvety dark,
The blaze that dares to light up the night,
Like a choir in the serenade of the black,
Singing in infinite patterns, beaming with light,
It was like you needed eyes to feel the music,
And the darker the night, the sweeter the song.
Like black tranquility married to a poetry of stars,
The warm black hugged me no matter what,
Made me feel my own soul so within,
Within its beauty, an innocent, inborn spark,
Cloaking me till I was ready to face the dawn,
Embracing my heart to safety, my soul to peace.
Caressing me into the flora of nature,
There I am, alive but unseen, heard but unheard,
Beckoned by the stars under the glow of the moon,
Hillside becoming a monochrome beauty,
Shapes nuzzling me into a ever-changing puzzle,
Yet, one promise of the sun awaiting the dawn.
~©Dishashree Swain
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Into The Black Hole
PoetrySometimes, pain becomes peace. Eureka! He's an oxymoron.It's been almost over eleven months; six months when it got way too critical, but I've been evolving and growing up out of it. It means much less to me now, and again, it keeps reminding me th...
