"Flashes Of Darkness"

Flashes Of Darkness
Tears of joy?
Tears of sorrow?
No, no,
Tears of spite.

Bear no ill,
Not vindictive,
Mayhap a twinge of envy.

Desire -
But a step forward,
After so long,
But then, why?

Flashes of light,
Light?
No, darkness -
For where else is a devious mind?

A quick silver laugh,
Turned on the crow,
By vipers more potent than nature's of kill-
The forked tongue lurking behind.

Those silvery tinkles,
But hisses of ruin;
Pats on the back
But bites of hate;
Myths explode -
of goodness in any.

No return for help?
Perhaps this hope is wrong;
But what else is human life?

What? Injured feelings?
No, too much for mere injury!
Trusts betrayed -
Whose but mine?

Blinded by -
Shiny mists and glamorous clouds,
Who but me?

A streaking flash,
Knife in the back;
By wolves in friendly hues -
Are there really such as they?

Them - the wolves,
Do no strings of lofty love
Tug ever at their hearts?
Do no kindly emotions
Stir within their beings?
Or is it only for the crows?

No, no - not mine to censure -
For what unknown lurks in me?
Believe to believe in goodness yet -
Can I?



This is how I expressed myself at age 16. :-) This one is a bit special though - actually won the poetry prize in a competition held by the East Cultural Association in Bangalore.