It happens once in a blue moon, this confluence of shadows.
The shadows are everywhere.
Around the corner, walking on endless roads, residing in homes,
and unnoticed, they even linger in the quiet corners of souls.
They are always around. Some days,
it is said, they want to be felt.
Of the darkness, they are drawn to the inexplicable shreds of utter and
complete desolation in the human psyche.
Tonight, is their night.
One of the persons who inspired me to read more of Hindi/Urdu works, Vitasta calls herself “Baavri”. Often quirky, we share same social media vibe. Expressive the way she is, she blogs at http://baavri.blogspot.in/ .
Happy to have her as a guest blogger in my blog. 🙂
