The Shows of Lights

In the failing light,
as night sweeps across,
spreading darkness.
My shy dreams
come out to peep at you!

There is a strange imbalance;
and as my heart races
towards you –
everywhere there is light!
To awaken me, instantly.

Bringing me back to my conspiring realities.....

Geeta Chhabra

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