Reflection
- Bhanu Bhakta Bista When bulbs are dead candles wake up pushing the darkness away to the corners at the backdrop and there wake my hopes and sensations up - alive... Darkness is like a dictator - a great chancer When light rules it hides somewhere around or just underneath the bed; as if defeated secretly colonizing the unseen and unvisited And as chance befriends re-establishes its kingdom. With a little candle in my hand I believe I can stand sovereign guarded by the pillars of knowledge I've accumulated so far, But fear intervenes at times if it happens like the candle that dies out after a few hours of its survival. Sometimes - in these hours of silence candles reflect me in themselves and there I see hopes still flickering on the walls of life...