ONE shadow ruefully told the other ,
it has fallen in love with,
defying the logic the shadows
are supposed to follow,
not to be deceived by darkness
or light,that creates what one perceives.
"How long we've been marking time
trying in vein,to break loose from the
patronizing glare of lights, that kept
us slaves of it's love.Good riddance!"
Two bright bulbs, utterly tired, of burning
so long,which made it possible for the shadows
day dream,slowly shut their eyes in weariness,
oblivious of the wild talk of the shadows
that reflected a perfect vision of fallacy,
No one any more would see, even a penumbra
of either of the shadows,in that darkened heaven.
Aren't we slaves of many kind of fallacies?
Some even mere phantasies, unfounded,
a pair of clear eyes to see truth and
the method to seek and find truth, are the assets invaluable.
