A ball of burning fiery fire,
It dims gradually from its glory.
A canvas partly black, partially white, life is reduced to this...
Can it even be called life?
A moment of rekindling of the flame,
It made me crave for more.
Only for it to go back behind the veil, peeking.. taunting.
Because the moments that followed were never bright.
Grateful I was for that small light..
Wishing it would come again..
Only for memory and longing to remain...life...