Light and Dark

Staring at light pole, being tranquil and calm

Silently I was praising its charm

All was seeming grandeur & bright

Only hopes & shines were there in the sight

Suddenly I turned around

There was my own shadow on the ground

It preached the basic canon of life, perhaps

Manifesting phases of life, arcane shapes

In spite of having light just behind

I couldn’t turn and was feeling hapless

Was cursing the martinet destiny, its hostility

But couldn’t accept my weakness, my insanity

In that very small and simple moment

I got some understandings, very relevant

Light and darkness are nothing but relative

Complimentary to each other, are both dull & creative

Looking at light, facing it from front

Is like looking at plight, to confront

Turning back to it means to evade, succumbing to an issue

Ironical, own shadow looks occult, timid, showing no clue

Facing the light means darkness is just behind

& confronting shadow instills hopes in the mind

It confirms the presence other aspect, vivid and bright

All needed is to turn around and embrace the light