Loneliness

When a week turned into a year,
and the night was a week long;
when joy broke down to a smile,
and a smile sank to sorrow;
i pulled on.

then: you were tense,
i went calm,
and you were relieved,
and so was i.
and then, you laughed,
i remember it clearly,
because when you smile,
i do too.

if you are changing
you will stay you.
you'll never be alone,
just alone together.

when tomorrow begins,
you will be here,
because you need to be here,
for it to dawn.

a common emotion emerges,
at the speed of thought,
traverses, embraces everything,
including us.

the colorful shadow of a dark present

everyday,
and everynight,
i look behind me,
at time gone by,
and the seasons that have changed.

I see my shadow,
colorful,
in happy kaleidoscopic shades of yellow orange red and laughter,
and contrast it with what it is becoming today,
a dark and a darker black.

black out of being burnt out,
black out of ignorance.
black of denial and
black of being blind towards seeing me.
a black of mourning regret and repent,
the black question mark following all the what if's and if only's,
a black of gloom and failure.

my ghost like shadow - longer stronger darker when i am made to believe it is,
and shorter weaker and disabled when i want it to.
there is a dichotomy, and a different perspective,
when only black defines white.

little did i know that,
black is just all colors put together,
and that without different shades, there will be no black,
and in black there will be no shades.

a black of being able to share and absorb thoughts willingly,
a black of a vast night sky,
a black of beauty.

i just needed to unchain the colors,
and, set them free.