I feel like a little bit of everything.
like the summarizing shreds of a blissful tragedy,
like the last glimmering sunray,
escaping monsoon clouds and unending oceans.
like the silver drops from a mother's eye
And,
like the cobwebs of memories
in a lost home.
taking baby steps into an unending tunnel
preventing myself from the darkness I could see,
like a child in a factory who refuses to dream
like the visage of a destitute,
frightened by the reality of nightmares,
acquainted with the futility of dreams.
walls painted in despondence
graffiti done in fading shades of life
I saunter through the tunnel in fright
and quite unexpectedly,
begin to feel better than ever.
then,
like a toddler who wakes up abruptly from sleep
by the sounds and visuals of an unfamiliar scene
I foraged ahead for nothing into what appeared like nothingness
until I heard someone's steps
the sound amplified and I could see light again
the end was near
maybe, the start
but I was shook yet again,
this time,
by a familiar voice
I had to rise,
it was school time
and as they say,
It isn't the tunnel that is an illusion
but the light at the end of it!
'Morning,' mom said,
and I ceased to reply.