A lamp flickering inside me
Loving to see when it turning off
But I used to love to see the colors
Stepping into a change, I’m realising
A lamp flickering inside me

I’m seeing the face of the entire universe
When it turning off and the darkness is around
A lamp flickering inside me

The darkness always makes an alleyway
Either make us sane or insane
Sometimes brings us in yesterday sometimes in infinity
Sometimes helps us to see-through to self

It has a color which makes us off-the-wall
It has a hole which depletes regrets, burns the sorrows

Silence has a language that’s darkness
Our sole stint to uphold through it
That always makes an alleyway
Either make us sane or insane

A lamp flickering inside me
Loving to see when it turning off

-Istiaque
22 Feb’20