When the gathering disbands and curtains come down.
There is nothing left but near darkness and a silhouette.
In the middle of nowhere sits a dark soul drowned in thoughts,
Of the evening with vignettes of merriment and gaiety.
Stroking and cuddling the echoes of laughter.
They accompany me, but for a short time, fading away,
Wiping traces of their earlier existence in a jiffy.
Left with a handful of light just enough to limp in the near darkness.
Sighing at the transitory mode the life is always on, it is time to switch-off
the dim light that burns at the corner, retire to a slumber of memories.
Some other day there shall be revelry and the gathering will assemble again.
Me, me!!!
- Sepiamniac
- Madras, TAMIL NADU, India
- Not an outdoor person.. prefer to get buried beneath books, music and movies... has these strange philosophies about life that might puzzle you. At the same time, likes to live life. Loves simple people, especially those who veil their formidable knowledge behind humility (The poems here don't reflect my mind or anyone else's. Maybe, just a patch of what various people go through.)
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