There are no fairies,
far the fairy tales...
There are no heroes,
far the heroics...
There are no sages,
far the miracles...
There are just men,
and just the mundane...
There is no ordinary person,
there is no extraordinary...
The soul,the spirit,
there is nothing at all...
A bliss flowing through the chasms,
and those fires,and waves of ballads,
unsung for a long time,forgotten...
Miracle,it is there everywhere...
Miracle,it is nowhere...
All pervading,non existing...
You all look at Light,
some smile,some laugh,
yet others frown and close their eyes...
It is in that light...
You feel darkness,
within and without,yonder,
but there is a flame which but flares
in that plight...
Some are blind,others blinded,
it is there,lurking as a shadow...
Darkness shadows the light,
and this flame shadows the shadow...
Yes,it is there,and it isn't...
After all,it is what you see,
and seeing is believing...
© Karthik Adithya Singaraju
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