Why does a shadow always eclipse
The brightest and the sunniest of days
Just when everything seems right
Another shadow appears in sight
And so here we are
Haunted by phantoms of the past
Each plagued by memories
that refuse to depart
Each loving the other
Yet too proud to let the other know
The depth of love felt
Or too scared perhaps
of seeing your proud heart melt!
Whatever,
the shadow remains
Dimming the light of today.
Funny!
how dark, brooding
featureless shapes
exercise such control over us
And how we love to bask
Under its canopy so dark.

jyoti saxena

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