Forty-Watt Bulb

These are my feelings which I cultivated over the years, when I traveled and watched the huts at night

These twinkling lights dangling from the roofs of the cottages say more than what we observe
Find out what message they convey to me....

40 watt bulb…

Remember the rhythm of the train
And the splashes of air every now and then
And outside you see dark fields, in the moonlight,
And a small cottage where hangs something golden

Far far away the little bulb glows
And attracts my attention
I keep gazing at it, like a stranger
Wondering how and when….

The 40 watt bulb vanished from our lives
And we forgot those fluctuations
How we were curious about the filament inside
And collected the bases like some gems

These silent huts, still burn them bright
Like they stand there for showing us some way
Many passerby would have ignored the stillness
But the golden dazzle quietly sways

The life around this bulb is the same
Full of dimness full of shades
but like the intensity inside the bulb
smiles their wrinkled face

they remind me of how materialist we have been
and haven’t seen the realism of our core
which glows like the mid day sun,
but we have been blind as we have ignored

I need to go back to my basics
And for this I need my souls help
When I will be able to emit radiations
Like the tranquility of a 40 watt bulb


Do tell me what they utter in your ears
rest in next blog..........