Call Of Enlightenment

The blurry vision of the dark canopy,
Plays the acts of my disdain,
Some faded and a few too bright.
With a sinking heart and a restless mind,
I can feel the coldness on my cheeks
And stars around my skull.

I witness a tireless crawling infant,
Staggering and bruising his feeble limbs
Yet resilient enough to be a feeble soul!
That very moment I gaze at my maligned psyche
That has reduced to a mere grave--
A grave of failed aspirations and hopes.
But, are they already failed?

I find myself admiring the silver deity,
That has hideous scars engraved on it.
So I touch my tainted dusky skin,
"Why can't it be adored too?", I ponder.

My eyes meet the brown giants,
They stand upright with their heads up high,
Whilst losing all their leaves.
I stare at my stains of fruitless efforts
They carry my blood, sweat and tears.
So I take a step and gather valour,
For the raging waves awaits me.

Escape the zone of inferiority--
My conscience commands,
And I enter the realm of acceptance.
I feel the tears of the clouds,
Embracing my enlightened spirit
And the smell of petrichor tranquils my heart,
For the days of misery have to depart.

I bury my despair in the same grave
Setting my caged wishes free.
I kill my own demons with a smile
Not letting them to engulf me.

With the departure of the moon,
The dark night fades away
And a fresh day is welcomed,
With the arrival of the red sunray
Marking the inflow of anew enigma.