Light

The bright rays through the window, fall on my head, But I’m still not awake, glued to my bed. Or maybe I’m awake but pretend not to be. The darkness I choose, the light I don’t wanna see. I toss and I turn to ignore the light, And close my eyes hard to reject my plight. But still can’t understand what’s holding me back. Still can’t figure out, what is it that lacks. What is it that’s pulling my eyelids down, And has left on my forehead, a permanent frown. Which glue is it, that I can’t come out of my bed. Which tornado is it, that’s hovering round my head. My day starts with watery eyes filling a cup, And ends with the thought of never waking up. The world is too beautiful to see, I reckon they said. But I don’t wanna see it, I just turn off my head. Because it’s filled with thoughts and voices I don’t wanna hear. Those voices take me back to my days old fear. And the scenes play in front of my eyes like an unpausable film, And force my dark room to be even more grim. Guess that’s why I don’t wanna open my eyes, And don’t care if it’s time for the sunset or sunrise. But the sunlight, huh! Who could stop it. It breaks into my room without any permit. Despite the dynamic things pulling me back; it forces me to get up. Wipe my eyes and spill the water in the cup. To fill it with hope and love and life in my case, And pushes a big smile on my face. I see my room; not dark but bright. I guess that’s the power of the creator because he made ‘LIGHT’.