Night drops like shadows when the sun abides, casting only darkness, without the outlines. But venture outwards, thousands of miles and, the dwarfed outline of yourself appears. For it is time and ego that anchors us to this world, and without light or shadows, never would we realize the inevitability of death.
About the Poet:
Saharsh Satheesh is a poet from the glorious state of Tennessee. He enjoys crafting poetry, especially that inspired by nature. Some of his poetry can also be found in Infection House; Undivided Magazine; Headline Poetry & Press; and many others. When he is not writing, he loves to read and play chess.
Ephemeral Elegies 
These last sentences are so powerful, almost seem to have life of their own. ”
For it is time and ego
that anchors us to this world,
and without light or shadows,
never would we realize
the inevitability of death.”👌🏼
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I like the way this poem illustrates chiaroscuro, and illuminates the shadowy realms of consciousness. A soulful awakening of yin and yang.
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