It is twilight

It is twilight
The city is lit up; but not my home.
I am sitting under a candle, yet in darkness.
The candle light only illuminates the darkness around me.
And the lights outside, are trying to subjugate me.

I hold a cup of tea for a long while,
(That is not made for me.
It is only ‘almed’ to me)
And then I have a snack,
But I am disinterested.
For the light that dances before me
Is like a prostitute working for money.
It doesnot illuminate my insides,
It only makes the darkness visible
And, yet, it can not be seen on the outside.

And that is what my problem is.
I am pining for my beloved,
And they think I have become insane,
Just as I was,
Before meeting him….

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