• Lighthouse •
While sitting on the rocks,
Scratching on the moist surface,
And writing about hope,
I thought I was the light,
Burning over the mountaintop;
I was the lighthouse,
Surrounded by the cold and dark ocean that aroused;
I was the warmth,
solace and comfort,
against the cold heavy storm;
I was the light people wished for.
The weather turned around,
After a crushing wave forced me to fall,
Then I knew, I am not the warmth,
The comfort or the Lighthouse what they call,
I am the cold ocean itself,
Ingesting the hollow ships
And weathering the huge mounts.
I’m brutal when I hit,
But I’m burning within,
Have you ever got terrified?
Just peek under the darkness of my skin.
I thought I was the Lighthouse of hope,
But I am nothing but chaos,
that brings brutal storms,
makes such lighthouses fall,
Which emit hope,
And drag them into the ocean floor.
-Nandesh Yadav