The Touch

The room so dark..
The room so grim..
The room so gloomy
was once so lively

He sits in that corner..
in a cryptic subsitence..
Unsure of his present..
he questions his existence..

He sits in the dark..
deciphering the silence..
Ah Silence!..
the self created delusion..

Her Laughter Echoes in the dark..
and he knows that its in his mind..
He feels her presence near..
and lo! there she is.. Hear!

He sees her in the dark..
stepping back into the dark..
The Angelic glare..
dissolving into the dark..

He longs to touch..
her flowing golden hair..
crowning, her angelic glare
but she fades.. silently..

He fights his illusions..
and the echoes in his mind,
But his mind weaves a pattern..
A pattern of his past

The withered dying rose..
which now lay in his hands..
conjures up the fond
memories of the past..

He sits in the dark..
deciphering the silence..
Unsure of his present..
he questions his existence..

He stares at the dark..
His WORLD so DARK..
He feels her presence near..
and lo! there she is.. Hear!

She comes to him again..
Smiles at him again..
The Angelic glare..
lits the room bright again..

and he sees himself again..
in the light again..
With the light getting stronger,
he feels her presence near..

She is close to him now..
Illuminating the DARK..
Illuminating his WORLD,
She Touches his Heart..

He sees her again..
stepping back into the light..
The Angelic glare..
dissolving into the light..

She is HOPE..
And HOPE is she..
SHE.. who Touched him
SHE.. who illuminated him

The Touch..
is what he felt..
A Hope..
is what he saw..

The room so dark..
The room so grim..
The room so gloomy
HOPE will always be lively

--Shruti