YELLOW LIGHT



It is cold and foggy,

A frozen fog ,

Bright yet hazy,

Somewhat like the smoke

Billowing out 

From the sooty chimneys,

Visible,

Yet making everything invisible,

Nothing could be seen,

No one,

Nothing was heard, 

Just the breath,

The heartbeats

And the sounds of the unknown,

The feeling of some presence,

The presence of a feeling 

That moved ahead

In rhythm, 

Quietly

Towards an unnamed street,

A nameless alley,

Hoping and expecting,

Awaiting a world of love,

Of warm desires,

But stopped

Somewhere 

In the midst,

Rumpled, 

Frost bitten 

And frozen, 

Wounded, 

But light never stops,

The ray of hope moved on,

It pierced through,

Penetrating through layer after layer,

Thousands of layers,

Of fog, mist and haze,

To water that seed of light,

Of new dreams 

And flights,

That shall sprout soon

Into shoots of yellow light,

Embracing the green leaves,

Wrapping their arms around them,

Brightening up the dewdrops

Shyly sitting on them,

Illuminating them,

And the drops shine out,

Shine out like innumerable 

Yellow pearls,

Iridiscent at times,

Colouring up a foggy life.

©®Madhumita