‘Ray of Light’ by Shehryar Mir

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The dark painted the sky in a stark palate, covering the entire canvas in somber, melancholy hues of purple, black, and blue. The juxtaposition of the delicate pink lining marveled in the sky. The moon was bringing light onto the horizon; Its silver lining was lightly masked with the same desolate mist that covered the rest of the sky.

The moon beamed with pride throughout the night. Faded red hues burned the horizon, tainting it in warmer tones. The stars, as if hand-sown sequences on a black cloth, sparkled across the brilliantly demonic sky. Through the surrounding sadness, the stars managed to find solace between themselves, connecting with one another, creating networks of constellations woven across the sky.

The darkness masked the meadow and swathed the earth in all of its glory. It looked grey under the influence of the night and there was no silver lining to be found. It was dead, sad, and without a doubt—frozen.

The greenery looked drained and stripped of its coloured, living beauty that once exuberantly burned in the light. The sound of the crickets and other such insects were in sync, after time intervals of nearly a millisecond.

Zephyr blew across the sky with a light, soothing sound. It moved the leaves of the dead plants and gave them some life. The leaves vibrated aimlessly in unison, bringing one another in their path, much like the path of life.

The shards of the sharp-bladed leaves glistened under the moonlight, yearning for its light. The gorgeous flowers that adorned this meadow had their colours fade away into oblivion.

Through the devious and morbid clouds; through the networks of constellations that shone across the sky; and through the dead, frozen plains of the meadow emerged a ray of light.

In that moment I recalled the saying, “we go back to the light we come from.”

 

In moments, the sun bathed the sky and the horizon in its cherished light, and brought back life in the universe. In seconds, what was once frozen, melted.

Just like that, to my surprise, my tears of mourning dried beneath the sun.

About froebelianwriters

I am an English Language teacher teaching O'Levels Edexcel and CIE A Levels at Froebel's International School, Islamabad. I am also working as a Subject Specialist Literacy consultant for the same school. Writing and reading has always been a passion and I try my utmost to instill these habits and hobbies in my students as well. I can be reached/contacted at fabbas227@hotmail.com or 03365287335 Happy reading!

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