(G.P IV) The Time Of Over-Clichéd Darkness

Nobody recognizes over-clichéd darkness so soon
Any day, any season of the year – autumn or spring
All day long there seems to be sunlight, hiding the gloom
Would this sweet music of brightness stay?

Emotion is the best knowledge -
It’s just one bit of the jig saw puzzle
Well, there are foot steps
That you hear on waking up late
Dead tired foot steps, dragging themselves through the corridors of your dream

But for a change, amidst darkness, I saw a shooting star last night -
On waking up – it was super fast
The shape of a missed thought
Mirroring all the dreams
Almost astral!