On a sudden a midnight of purple blue
Stunned the white washed walls of the house,
Casting no shadow
The house emerged out of the dark,
Surreal, illusory, a visionary spark.
A stark contrast to the discerning eye
Between what the heart desires and the mind rejects.
The purple light pours in relentlessly.
Blurs the lines that mark the ravages of time and the ranting of the past.
The moonlight Sonata feels like rain
And when the moonlight rains
The season is in a rage.
Sushama Karnik.
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