obdurate taciturn

Something is there, dark matter,

full of deep staggered meaning.

Particles those are darker than the black,

Devils which we keep buried safe within.

Which we never want to produce,

Vicious ooze which should never exude.

Under the tone of multihued sparkles,

Yes, in the out-coming serene smiles.

A reflection of other side of money,

Simulation to sagacious disharmony.

It is this darkness of egregious soul,

Darkness of a shallow brain’s notion.

Tinted black and shimmering foul,

Wording out our obdurate taciturn!!

Written in association with a potential writer Shilpi Sharma