Dark clouds during a golden and gloomy sunset
A short poem
It was during an early sunset when I went to the rooftop to calm my mind. The sun was softer than it was in the morning a bit calmer and a bit more gloomy, slowly getting closer to the world to go back home. Then they came…
Some say they are home to thunders and storms
Some say they originate from the dark and doom
Some say they are evil, crammed with lightning and growls
Those declaring these convictions
Perhaps are the ones who suffered from it’s devastation and demolition
They are not to be blamed for it
As a loss is far greater than a triumph
It seizes away those memories of love and bliss that one has created
It’s cruel, isn’t it?
But what about those who love thunders and darkness?
Cause they are the ones who see magnificence in darkness
Can you blame them for it?
What you hate might be home to the other
You never know what love is like until you fall into it hopelessly, wholly, intensely with the other
For me, it was mesmerizing and hypnotizing
Can darkness be that captivating?
Who knew what the golden hour would look like with gloaming clouds
The gloomy golden sun being embraced by those gloaming clouds
No one imagined what exquisite artwork they would catch a glimpse of that day
It was surreal
It was ethereal
It felt like two different worlds colliding
Light and darkness
Evil and good
The most perfect sunset I’ve ever witnessed with my bare eyes
It felt like home to me cause
I am darkness with rays of light
Trapped in a single-body
But they weren’t trapped
That’s why they looked surreal and captivating
And I?
I’m lost
However, they found a home
Light and darkness.
But what about me? Would I ever find a home?
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