Half Light
When darkness hasn’t yet engulfed
Things that bright light had once touched
It’s a reign of hazy twilight…
This shadowy light that
Like some half-baked truth
Reveals enough, hides enough…
For raw truth often hurts
And so do blatant lies
Neither black nor white, have grey
Hugging these truthful-lies…
Feeling the fleeting vibes
Of dreamy glow, that isn’t here to stay
It will ebb away, at the blink of an eye
But what a feast for our thirsty eyes
This half-lit half-light!
© Alka Girdhar
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In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge:
Half-Light
Share a photo inspired by a poem, verse, song lyric or story.
The header of my blog itself represents half-light.
Magnanimous Word 
Splendid poem, Alka. My favourite line has to be, “Feeling the fleeting vibes”. That is so true. Each moment, each feeling never really lasts forever. One second it’s here, the next second we might be moving on to experiencing and feeling something new whether we realise it or not.
Half-light in realise life aka sunsets and perhaps lights entering a dim room have always fascinated me. In these instances, it is like darkness vs light (or light vs darkness). It is sort of like you get to see two worlds, or at the very least the world changing into either completely dark or completely bright. And that is something that we can’t usually stop. Like sunsets and sunrises 🙂
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Thanks Mabel! It’s true that every sensation is momentary. More so with sunrise and sunset. You aptly described the feelings we have on seeing light enter a dim room. In East facing rooms, sun finds its way though crevices and holes to give weird shapes to things. I remember, as a child or even on growing up, I used to chase and measure the ever-changing shadows of things in my room.
Darkness vs Light…a time when both exist together hence I called it a true yet untrue state. But as you say we get to see the two worlds. Now that’s some positive thinking 🙂
I saw your comment and just forgot to reply. Am very lazy with commenting om my posts as well as that of others.
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Beautiful photos and very nice poem!!
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Thank you Joy! Glad to know you liked the pictures as well as the poem.
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‘Hazy twilights’ have always fascinated me…the way sun slowly keeps moving down, changing its hues…smiling at us with the brightest face, which we can actually see without getting blinded by its brilliance…it is a celestial blessing!
Those are beautiful shots Alka. Thanking for aligning them with wonderful words…the fleeting vibes and the dreamy glow…loved your choice of words. 🙂
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Thanks Balroop for sharing your feelings…particularly “smiling at us with the brightest face, which we can actually see without getting blinded by its brilliance”. I too am always rather over-awed by the hues of sunrise and sunset; almost every single day. People who wake up early get to experience this hazy state of mother nature. For sunsets, one can walk around to absorb better experience of changing phenomena.
Words like “fleeting vibes and the dreamy glow” go with the picture. But I often end up with some dark poetry. My favorite lines…
“Like some half-baked truth
Reveals enough, hides enough…
For raw truth often hurts
And so do blatant lies”
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A beautiful poem.. I like how you have woven between image, truth, lies and partial truths.
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Thanks Janice! You got the essence of it, other than the obvious.
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