I just started a journey of writing based on Prompts,


and here is a small poem on this prompt

just today.
my fears of yesterday have come true

The days long ago.
caught in a snow storm,
i was buried in snow.

I could see the white light of the sun
straining through the snow.
I knew i was dead but i was not.
but those four hours in the white coffin
under the snow was as if
caught in the dark room with no lights.

The fears were true.
and the ghosts real
The serpents were there then too

and today

caught in the dark room.
Nothing to see.
to feel only myself.
Not even knowing if walls are there
the fears are true now too. .

That was cold an white coffin then
today is black

But is it not just light which plays hide and seek with us.?
Isn’t darkness just absence of light
and light
merely absence of darkness.

I got out off the coffin there and then
the snow white coffin of snow

and today too
I will get out
From this coffin of darkness
locked in the dark room.


people might just call me
But I am just an escape artist.
An escapist if you say.
Just an escape artist from the domain of fears and negative light.”

~ Jawahar

About Jawahar SIngh

I am a compulsive & impulsive traveler. Being on the move is a mandatory requirement for me. I love photography. I am trying my hand now at Blogging. Still trying to learn how to live.
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