Maybe, A Reply. Poem by Afzal Juneja

A pensive Sunday evening was ruined, by a blackout,
The clouds rumbled and it begins to rain heavily, in dark,
Through balcony, I took a gaze up, — filled with doubts,
I searched for awhile, but could not trace a single mark.

Seldom realization: eyes, they adapt to change, so fast.
Followed by, the chain of realizations, most were frightening.
As darkness is fatal and none of these, is going to last,
While my shadow​, ​appear​s-disappears-reappears​, under lightning.