THE DARK HOUR

The eerie atmosphere of the dark hour
Often enshrouded by shimmering star

The silence and stillness often ruptured
By sounds and songs of birds nurtured
Creating a music in rhythm amid hope
With tryst and efforts to find the scope
To spread smiles like blossoming flower

Thundering clouds along with lightening
Creating noises scary and frightening
Few sight look beyond for a silver lining
Convincing one self and fears confining
Strengthening hope as faith empower

Carrying the burden of loss and failures
In vain often seeking remedy and cures
And if you lose faith here you are dead
With strong determination move ahead
Indulging oneself in self revolt and war

There is an urge to come out victorious
In search of fame, desire to be glorious
But in sands of time, these gets buried
So not to get excited neither be worried
As often ambition is absurd and bizarre

There is suffering with wounds and pain
But just as rainbow appears after the rain
Sorrow and misery changes to happiness
To this truth everyone beholds witness
Love and affection fades away the scar

Night is submerged in the light of day
Grief and delight like pendulums sway
I earn to spend and I also gain to loose
This way of life I always wish to choose
With hope on me blessings will shower