The bright aura , the warmth it held ;
The illuminating light , making me overwhelmed ;
Was that my safe space ?
A fortnight I longed for the ambience ,
Wanted nothing but that comforting silence !
Was that my safe space ?
The golden , glittering , shimmering light ;
Throughout the surface I pondered overnight –
Beaming through the surface ironically ,
I saw that blackish illumination ,
holding aghast my fascination .
Was that dream a picturesque reverberation ;
of that scene quenching thirst to my imagination ?
I playfully longed for that company ,
although I never could accompany –
Such haphazard harmony !
Or do I call it a safe cacophony ?