Sun After Rain Poem by Vishal Sharma

I lost sight of the use of my
imagination
which I had once understood implicitly
but gave in to words in the world
around me
which refuted that truth explicitly.
I became like a dead star
in an infinity of pain
unable to get dry
in an infinity of rain.
I had to renew and re-knit and review
all I once knew and so began anew
to return to the light and the truth
of my birth.
To put into words inner voices I heard
to restructure the way as clear as
night and day
that is different for each in their own
special way
that brings us fulfillment in work rest
and play.
I would not go back to the night of my
lack
but it brought me to here - glad of the
attack
that made me fight back and get back
on track
to before things went black and I
suffered the rack.
Now I see more clearly and hold even
more dearly
the light of my knowing and from
whence it is flowing
which sets my heart glowing with love
overflowing
as fresh winds are blowing and new
shoots are growing.
I want to go back yet go forward in fact
to a new kind of knowing and a kind of
a pact
that's at once old and new and a way
to renew
forever and ever all that is true.
I will dance in this light and I will dance
in the night.
When I can't see the sun, I won't die of
fright.
I'll await its return as it's thought I
relearn
and so renew its light with each turn.
The sun and the rain and the pleasure
and pain
that are all part of life are an ancient
refrain
yet are new every day we awake on
our way
learning and growing in our work rest
and play.
At the core is our dreams at the heart
of our schemes
as we dream and imagine all manner
of themes
and try on for size new ways to feel
alive
that bring us back to the light of day
after night.
We cannot lock down the way things
should sound
when the song's ever flowing of our
inner knowing
and we need to renew the song with
this view
and so going forward we come back to
what's true.
This is Sun after rain, pleasure after
pain,
Day after night and the way toward
light.
Rain and dark of confusion with
shades of delusion
give way to the light that sees through
the illusion.
Along the way, dreams rule the day
they do not reflect but project what
will be
if we would see, into them we must
see
and find there the light that sets us all
free.