The festival of lights

When darkness and light circled around each other
When we could see who we were irrespective of what we reflected
When the light lying low started to murmur
When night took over the final blur


It was the festival of lights

When we knew that there was no beginning
and there will never be an end
That moments will continue to multiply
and shrink to an instant
...

This festival of lights was not about light
It was about its span, its dimension.

Shringi
07, November, 2010