That Light

                                      - Sambavi

He was like that light,
Sagacious,swift and bright,
Resplendent but white ,
Charming in my sight.

He was that light which raced,
With thunder , with its fast pace.
He was that light impenetrable,
Even with thunder unbeatable.

He lit the darkest of dark way,
His eyes gifting the strongest the sway,
Keeping the ablaze from me away,
He was a sanctimonious light ray.

Was that sanctimonious light ray,
Which in life too jovially plays,
The caution, it's always passing,
The action being our long time loving.
And you realise ours is mistaken,
Only when the blindness is taken.

Still he's that light where happiness germinates ,
With whose care life is to illuminate,
He's the owner of the divine radiance,
Seen when light flickers in his dance.

He was my pretty,hunted,interesting ardour.
Yet not him but me always to censure.
For now I entomb them with a cover,
Lying for him anytime to discover.
Since he was impenetrable,
To obstruct my love wasn't capable.

Light always doesn't passes,
It will reach a phase,
Where flame of love extinguishes,
Flame of hope distinguishes ,
All for it's obstruction,
And a petty Love's realisation.