The darkness was deep
A candle was lit.
The light was confined, yet encouraging
Flickering in the soothing after shower breeze.

The lights went out suddenly,
As the thunder crackled through the silence;
The Lightning bolt illuminating the night like a day
For a fraction of a second;

The raging storm had passed,
Sweeping with it everything mundane,
The existing life outside looked weary, as if
Catching a breath, post fighting the unprepared battle,

And so is our lives,
The thunder burns, the lightning strikes,
The Storm demolishes
And the rains wash way

Untangling us of our dependencies,
Presenting forth a reason to rebuild anew
And start afresh our path
Not deterring to build our own destiny

The flickering light is the Hope,
Conserved but certain;
Its not the means how we lead our lives
But the meaning why we live our lives

And the journey continues with a promise,
The journey beyond our comforts, beliefs and dreams.

——– Mahua