Dark night

The night is dark, so is my mind

Who knows, maybe I am one-of-a-kind?

Through these darkest dungeons, I wander for light

What a striking silence! thoughts swirling

Pondering about the distant lands afar

Dreaming of radiant sunshine and whispering nature

So costly dream! indeed it is; I search my pockets

And, I find, not even a single penny

Except few matchsticks of hope

May be its enough, may be not?

Can I pursue the end that is yonder?

I leave it to destiny, Should I?

(2nd Feb 2015, Paris)