Friday, April 11, 2008

Fade to Black

Seeing the light around
the bud with a newfound
optimism, looked to the sun,
to bloom into colours.
Little did the young realize,
It was dusk and not dawn,
The sun had been long gone
in a fleeting transience.
No sun nor warmth lay ahead,
As this twilight would lead
to an unforgiving night instead.
A night silent, cold and stony
For the utopian to wilt and die.
Among the ideal innocents,
Yet another Chrysalis,
and no butterfly !


Anand said...

Is this poetry an influence of Pink Floyd that you talk above ?

~SuCh~ said...

It is tough to strike the balance between idealism and realism. One never knows the right propotion :)

EnGeetham aka "My Song!" said...

4Anand: :-)

4Sol: Depends on the other influencers, right ? (like the current moods, environment that you are in etc etc)