a kiss of doom
wrapped in dark hues
brews voicelessly.
the light swallows itself.
winds slither through sky
as wolves howl on the new moon.
stars watch mutely.
the tandava begins.
fury of light
bursts the sky in million pieces,
alms of thundering echoes
for mortals under the bed.
© Shashank Bhardwaj
Writings to Heaven 
I read it twice. I didn’t get it. Going to read it again.
Sheer brilliance !👏👏
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Try thinking of Dark Clouds.. and then read.
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Oh!
This is beautifully profound.
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