The blinking lights
Scars the deep shades of night,
When the fluff fades out,
and the king sets down.
It blinds us out,
but the curve on the face
stays the same,
when the white loots the gaze.
The demure of orb
slowly distances out,
when the clock strikes down,
the distant jugnoos (fireflies) fade out.
The messenger of hearts,
Absorbing the distance of lost souls,
It glitters the blank canvases and glints,
Even the shadows keep quiet.
So hush now,
Listen to the silence that speaks out,
The white light blinking through your tears now,
And the latibule hiding your fears out.