That Bright Darkness

Is it a crawling snake 
That i can see with my eyes shut 
Or do I need to use a shiny rake
To polish the loose ends of my senseless gut 

The darkness around is darkness inside
That resonates every now and then
Sooner or later I will have to decide
To embrace or reject it from within

The birds have stopped chirping now
And the trees stand unshaken
All I see is a raised up brow
With hoards of words waiting to be taken

The sudden rush brings joyful trouble
In this dark painful body of work
Eyes rubbed again to rid off the bubble
Trying to shed of the inside Berk

Creaks of the window are in pain
Without the wind playing a role
The glass is lost & wood is in stain
Nobody looks at the unattended pole

Pages flying in the head
Are they a figment of imagination too
Lying on desk, sitting on bed
Asking why when the question is who

The snake crawls near
And starts growing in size
Bravely face it without any fear
Or wear a veil and disguise

No sign of light, but fire within
Cz fear is lived to reach freedom
Don't burst the thought yet with that pin
Prematurity here would be just so dumb

The darkness around is darkness inside
For fire originates in you
Convert it in light and let it reside
In words long lived, even if a few

Is it a crawling snake
You can continue to question forever
Or puff the snake & his venom
And cherish the poison in you, in you..

- Diary of an Oxymoron