By Naman Ajit Kour
What is Darkness ?
Is it on my doorsteps
Or is it embedded deep in my inner sanctum
Is it swallowing me whole or am I willingly dissolving into it's embrace?
Even I know, what awaits there,
I know the darkness ,
I'm familiar,
But my mind meets it's end, drowning in the sea of signals, where it urged me to never take another step into the unknown, dead out of tiredness of telling me to stop,
Yet my heart walks willingly into it
I always wondered "who am I ?"
Am I as knit as I look ?, am I as intact as a I seem?
But now I know
There is a fracture hidden the surface I show
All it took was a touch,
From darkness
And there I was , shattering into pieces,
Countless,
Like a cracked vase
Broken yet sacred to abandon, painstakingly mended, cause who dares discard what he- The Maker has given
Those cracks ,
I never saw as flaws,
Cause after all, at the end they revealed a beauty born only in the quiet sorrow of being broken
Darkness,
It is what I long to be consumed by, what I ache to surrender myself to,
Had it been the darkness of evil,
I would have fought,
But this- this is the darkness of light,
In it's oblivion, I cannot resist
The supreme being, he brought to revelation, letting me know myself,
For he knows what a creature I am inside blinded by the judgments outside,
Now I know,
I am both light and shadow- a symphony of angelic darkness, where my grace and enigma coexist in harmony
Now after the war is over,
Both the parts dance inside, waiting for their turn
But it's a matter of myself- when I'm light and when I'm dark, I alone decide the moment they unfold