What I am and what I present,
My name comes in between;
That is where the tragedy begins.
-Shreya
Last words
After a long time, when this night of commotion subsides, I’ll see you, I promise, in a crowded street where others would get lost in the hustle and you in my eyes; I’ll take you far away from commonality and yet be that common person whom you adore; we will see beauty again, appreciate it as well, together, to get drowned in an ocean of peace, leaving behind the cravings of our exhausted casings…
Take me…
Take me to the place where there are mountains, whose peaks will bow down in front of my love for you; take me to a beach, where the sandy shore craves to hear the sound of waves just the way I do, to feel your touch; take me to a desert where the madness of thirst succumbs to the fear of not being able to find you in this world of nothing, yet everything; take me to a place, where I will recognize myself while looking at you, only you.
Sentences
You dwell in my commas like an unfinished sentence, trying hard to reach closure only to die each time I put a full stop. I can’t wait to use a semicolon to bring you back to life; don’t fade away like those three dots in times of strife…
Dark
I like the dark. It makes me feel like myself; I do not see those lights drowning my existence in their facade of brightness, covering up all that is raw with their forced intensity. With closed eyes, I can choose to fabricate luminescence and that is exactly how I explore the depths of darkness.
Night
The night passes like nimble waves in the beaches, trying to reach the shore, where the positivity of a new day penetrates it’s darkness. The night dresses up like a bride with all it’s stars and moon each day, and yet feeds on our fears. We associate brightness with morning and that is the reason behind us adoring the day, but if we can befriend darkness, then the beauty of the night will seem unmatched. Â
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