Aarthi Karanam posted under Poetry

The evening hangs heavily upon me Like the guilt of a thief in his own house The glorious sun that owned the morning sky, Is now a shadow, to merge with the dark Hark! The evening sky conjures strange shapes Melting into black, swallowing colors Charms a breeze: and rains shivers down my spine A specter appears to disappear; dream? Somewhere melancholic music plays The notes of sorrow seep into my heart They prey upon my joy, my end is near The specter and shadows re-emerge; death Light, brilliant light; not black not white Evening, day, and night; light and shadows Death and birth, life and sickness; are now one I needn't have feared death; he is life…! _______________________________   Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!