Unscathed by the turbulent tides,
Unflinched by the violent cries,
There, she stood out tall
Chiding all the voices
Inflicting their choices,
Blaring out loud-
At her candid innocence!
She wished to see the seven hues
Of the colourful rainbow
Up, above the floating clouds,
Brightening the sky;
And her life.
For it was the dark that doped her
rising above the embracing ecstacy
life gifted her with,
In the form of love-
Experiencing the bliss of togetherness
And the painful pang of loneliness
The evanescent moments;
And the desire to hold them for eternity.
She stood out tall, groping in the dark
For those faces.
She could see none, ‘cept for a mark,
A light, a sign, a line...
Oh what was it
That left her eyes dazzled with light?
And why was it fading away?
Pushing ajar the huge oaken doors,
Closed now for a decade or more,
She felt the chill of the windy night
And there, amidst the dark, black clouds,
Was the same bright line
Blinding her eyes, yet again...
... A line of (the) Silver!
Originally written on 1st December 2006