Inner Light

As I walk on a familiar road shaded with the deepening shadows of ancient trees that lined on both sides I realised the shade of green during daytime vanished and at night they acquired demonic shapes. How cruel the night is; it paints everything in its own colour. All forms, colours, and shapes dissolve. It fills them with similar melancholy stillness. There are things one can see only in the darkens of night The road beneath my bare feet was like a glacier. I was sure I heard earth’s soundless whispering drifting through the trees. Everything was transfixed except the inner light.