Ferocious wind, uncommon dimness quivered my being.
Sensing the storm hither and thither, I ran to shield my being.
Every corner I hid, darkness outstretches its ugly sheets.
I pondered, where do I find myself the survival string?
Hopeless and scared, I curled myself and give in.
With heaviness at heart and clutter in mind,
darkness privileged this state of mine.
Clouds of emotions hovered overhead,
Poured their rain of bitterness onto me.
Ridiculed me thunderously, mocked at my feebleness,
Thrusting me more into blackness, they roared and danced jubilantly.
Which world was I fighting? The world inside or outside of me.
Helplessly and sobbingly, I stayed underneath their weight.
Clouds covered the sky, day and night all appeared the same.
I waited for hours and days,
eventually, the ray of hope extended its arm through them.
I hold the grip of light, a gleam lifted me from black to white.
Mighty clouds lost their potential in the bright
and deliberately leave me behind.
I wept and bid adieu to the older being,
merrily hugged the newer born and powerful being.
This poem describes the state of a soul trapped in a state of emotional chaos. Emotions obscure one's intellect and ultimately clarity is lost. Such situations demand patience and hope, no matter how difficult it may seem this situation and darkness will pass and a new day with a new faith would follow.
