I have understood the process now.
The light will keep entering this dark tunnel I reside in.
Enter, only to leave.
I have learnt to acknowledge its presence, without attaching myself to it.
I have learnt to come out of denial and look at the light as it passes by.
It still feels good to see the light. But I have made my deal with the darkness. We have learnt to fuel each other.
The silence of the night calls out my name.
To what end are you headed to, it asks.
I wish I could tell.
I wish I had the answers.
But it understands. It is that time of the night.
It sits besides me, comfortably sharing the silence.
I know it wants to talk to me.
I knew it still had many questions.
But it kept silent. It understands. It is that time of the night.
Countless moments. All those times when I felt numb.
It felt good. Being numb felt good. It still does.
I am not complaining. I am thankful. To all of it. To the silent night.
I wish I could let it know. But I don’t need to. It understands.
It is that time of the night. The time is me. I am this time.
I wish I could tell this to everyone. But will they understand? Do you understand?
I feel calm and stupid.
I feel alone and content.
I feel light and free.
I feel the colors appearing and fading away.
I feel the rain splattering on the window.
I feel the silliness of the situation, the fallacies of the time.
I feel the night, drifting away into Oblivion.
I feel the cloud of thoughts, creating a haze.
A haze of sleep. A haze of calm. I feel calm. And stupid.
A shattered glass,
A hopeless dream,
A broken heart,
And a gloomy sky.
His mind saw what his faith allowed him to see.
I wish to see clearly.
I wish to send all apprehensions and doubt away.
I wish to breathe in green leaves and blue sky.
I wish to close my eyes to see beyond.
And I shall.