I build myself again, again to go,
Leaving some gentle moments behind,
When the demons of solitude let me smile;
They desert me often, often they’re kind.
I find my answers, I breathe them in,
And keep them there before they hurt;
When the man in me erupts to rule,
I become a child, a child curt.
Charitra H.G said
Hi Gaurav,
This small composition of ‘When the light fades’ says a lot more with its simplicity of language and the emotions that are depicted soo easily. I could sense an appeling nature of a man to move away from the materialistic world. It remembers me one of the poem titled ‘Once Upon A Time’ that i read a year back. I forgot the writer’s name. Anyhow I liked this shot poem.
Adveith said
brilliant man. understated and brilliant. cheers…