A Tiny Light Poem by Subashini Ravichandran

its chaotic all around,
mostly in my mind,
they blur the essence,
twist the heart

i hear that pass through
while i try to push away
some come swooshing and
pierce the impervious belief

like fire they spread, soon
triggers the long forgotten
burns to brings out the pain
that never was there before

in all these tumult,
i fail to live the second
relish the shining day,
thank the reaching hands

there is no rhyme or reason,
for the way it hurts, or
the inflicts that comes back
over, again and again

its dark outside,
even darker on the inside
it has turned hazy, more than
what the eyes can take in

but there is a small light
dark, deep and buried,
yet bright and alluring
that supports ahead,

which hopefully
will not get blown off
by the strongest wind
or the longest hurdle.