As I see the light so bright,
Rushing in through every pore.
Purging evil residing in every site,
I close my eyes to the onslaught more.
When it was dark
I lay alone.
Finding happiness
In things so gore.
When it’s so bright
I am still alone.
Basking in serenity
My own personal shore.
I am still in a chasm,
Though now of peace.
Seeking for alms,
Begging for every piece.
Still I miss
The days so dark.
Every mistake
Cloaked in masks.
As I absolve now
In the light so bright.
Every goal desired
Seems in sight.
Laying now under, the golden hue,
I try to seek in, a tranquil few.
Moments perhaps, to finally mend,
The soul to which, darkness had lent.
Its demeanor to battle,
To destroy every light.
Bend every vassal,
To its all consuming might.
It’s the criticism and the comments that keep a poet alive, so please oblige me with your opinion. All reviews positive/negative appreciated. Thanking you in anticipation of your valuable critique.
The Procrastinator's Prerogative 
Hey sahil…. U certainly have a flair for writing…your words strike a chord… Keep up the good work… Rise and shine….
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Ah! Sorry, John, I misunderstood ye there!
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It’s strange how we miss what is no longer there and what may or may not have been good to us or for us..and yet we do. It must be part of the human condition to hold on and it may be the fault of memory or the reward of it.
This poem, Sahil, takes me this way and that and i like how it demands from me.
My best to you
john
(ps: no apostrophe in that final ‘its’)
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Thank you for this insightful comment John. I am glad the poem could take you through a trip through such unrequited memories.
PS: Edited the post and made the change. I have to be more careful with my commas and apostrophes as one of them may save a life someday. Thank you again for going through the poem with an eagle eye. It’s readers like you that make writing a joy. 🙂
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You’re most welcome, Sahil, my pleasure. Now, when you have a minute read my little haiku I posted today and tell me what you think.
Ever
John
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Why no apostrophe, John? It’s with an apostrophe is short for ‘It is’….and so ” It is the criticism and the comments….etc” reads correctly.. Whereas ‘Its’ suggests ownership, and so “Its comments….” begs the question Whose?
Yeah! I’m a old pedant!
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P.S., Did you take that photograph, Sahil? It’s amazing!
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No my friend. It’s from an online repository.
PS: It’s awesome I agree.
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I was referring to the line in the poem where the it’s needed to be its
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i wasn’t referring to the it’s in Sahil’s footnote to his poem but to the one towards the end of the poem itself which i gather he has now amended
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Sure John, just visiting your blog now. Haiku’s are a difficult art. Short, sweet but seldom as sharp as they need to be to make a reader ponder over the creative process that went into making it.
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