The light within me
feeds on the light within you:
Impending darkness.
We are what we seem
in the reflections of others.
Build up resistance,
there’s no one inside
to search for your peaceful embrace!

Lurk, emerge
from the prison of your eye;
engulf the dormant suffering
of your self in others
and reach for the sky:

No skies in our sight
to salvage the treasures
that mind in its struggles
has harbored for ages!

The void is still gruesome
and so are the answers
to all of our prayers
from all of the sages!

Remains of a future,
no more than remains,
have come to seclude
the past in a nutshell...
As if to remind us
of our moral dismay
and throw all illusions
where dreams ring
the death knell.

Lurk, emerge
from under the empty skies,
yearn after life
and worship the afterlife!

No skies in our sight
to salvage the treasures
that mind in its struggles
has harbored for ages!

The void is still gruesome
and so are the answers
to all of our prayers
from all of the sages!