The Dawn

When the heart is dark, though not by choice, the entire world is but a shadow. When the words are dark, the purity of a poetry is but a polluted plank. When the thoughts are dark, the solemnity of self is but a sick sly. When the deeds are dark, the limpidness of the living is but a lousy lark. When all you feel amid you is darkness, even the sunlight is dark. And then there was light. Prabāt – The dawn. The brightness that was never before. Its been a while now. It seemed long overdue. May be a couple of years late. But its better to be late than never. Though clichéd, its one of my favorite clichés. A tiny impinge of a ray to quell the darkness. Welcome to my blog… http://prabat.blogspot.com/