I have rejoiced,
The thunders followed by the rain.
I have camouflaged,
My tears under the falling drops of pain.
It’s riveting how,
The rain can relate to me.
It can feel my pain and cry,
And can relish my glee.
Makes me wonder,
What’s the mood of the rain,
I think It’s the reflection of,
My own happiness and pain.
What if there’s no light,
at the end of the tunnel, just a mirage.
And the walk in dark tunnel is all you get
And a memory’s collage,
You’ve spent your life following that light,
and vowed to enjoy when u reach it.
But the journey is what you were supposed to enjoy,
and now you’ve missed it.
I still follow the light,
at the end the tunnel in all its spark.
But I also started enjoying,
this journey in the dark.