The midnight hour has struck

    The night lamp flickering and flinching in intensity

    Yet just adept enough to glint away the prevailing dark

     Silence looms large, intensifying the depths of solitude that now prevails

     There’s not a soul lurking by

     Not even a nocturnal bird flies out of its cozy nest in quest of supper

     All is quiet … the wall clock ticking away could be heard rupturing the deafening silence  of the nights

    In those deathly hours of the dark, ‘ she’ doesn’t sleep but is reflective

    Sitting alone by the window pane, ‘she’ try to capture the awe and beau of the desolate night

   She ponders about lost moments , and the present moments of her life

   Whence her life flows by like a river in the dark …..

    Whence she would be possibly lost amidst those tepid waters of that river , lost and groping her way out in the dark

    Yet the convulsive back pull of the destined forces pull her back ….

    She can’t find her way out

    ……………………………………..

   And as the night fazes out and a bright dawn awaken each day

   As the sun rises ‘ from amidst those depths of the river ‘, it seems though

   Is there a change ?

   She finds her way out from the looming dark

   She heave a sigh as she find her way out from those destined forces of destiny

   Coz optimism marks the day … a positive attitude to life ushers in

   And every night that’s quite a glum night

   She’d be awake by the night lamp flickering by

   Only wishing if the intensity was sufficient to light away the dark both within and outside

   To light away the dark of her life in the midst of the dark of the night