Petrified

By Chinmaya Chawhan

This night brings terror,

Petrified eyes full of tears;

I'm losing sight of values,

Along with the meaning of my existence.

I am questioning it all, worthless to priceless;

In light, only my shadow accompanies me;

In the dark I am itself;

A piece of mass aspiring to be polished as a sapphire,

With delicacy and grace.

Ears seek words of affirmation

Eyes, a container of love to flow;

I am losing all determination

As I see a world, devoid of me, aglow.

Alas! this night only brings terror,

A heavy heart, carrying solitary horror;

Akin moonlit shadows,

Camouflaged as what mortals view as vigor.

Hiding it's fine desires while fulfilling other's prior.

By Chinmaya Chawhan