Lights have been long gone
Glitches of time or modernity struck by lightning
Complete darkness; an evening flinches
Used to flashiness and bytes of noisy media
Candles that have been forgotten
Kept away in a dark corner- just a fancy buying
Now, it becomes essential
To rush towards that nondescript place
Nervous fingers tackle the forgotten items
Once lit, they seem magical; medieval too
It does bury the nervousness
The open book looks brighter
A notebook of freshly written note
Adjusts to the candle’s illumination
The eyes too mellow down
Life changes to a lighter shade
Somehow, the tranquillity returns
A few candles rescue a soul
From darknesse’s melancholy
By this light, it will be an intense search
For the meaning of silence
~Amitav
