Laughter in the Shadows
In chambers filled with laughter, light, and carefree sound,
A discordant echo hangs, heavy and unbound.
A specter in the corner, draped in deep shadows,
A chilling truth the merry words refuse to keep.
The body lies unseen, a weight upon the air,
A stark reminder whispered, a burden hard to bear.
Yet mirthful sounds erupt, a careless, joyous cry,
A dissonance of spirit, a question in the eye.
Is laughter then a traitor, a mask we wear with ease,
To shield the fragile heart from truths that bring unease?
Or is it life's rhythm, a counterpoint to pain,
A flickering, fleeting candle in the pouring rain?
Perhaps we are a canvas, where darkness meets the light,
A tapestry of sorrow woven with threads of brightness.
The human heart, a vessel for joy and despair,
A dance of contradictions, a burden all must share.
Do we compartmentalise, these feelings we possess,
Divide the light and shadow, finding fleeting peace?
Or does this laughter echo, a truth we can't deny,
The fundamental fracture, the question in our cry?
The echo lingers long, a memory bittersweet,
A testament to duality, a balance incomplete.
For even in the face of loss, where sorrow reigns supreme,
The heart, it seeks a solace, a fleeting, joyful dream.
So let the laughter linger, a reminder bittersweet,
Of life's complexities, the sorrow, and the fleet.
We carry both within us, the darkness and the light,
A dance of contradictions, forever in our sight.
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Dr. Padmashree R P
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