An Affair with Long Cold Dark Nights

I absolutely love the mystery of the Darkness. The few One Night Stand with the verses heightens the senses. That one led to other and the other led to further and the further led to Many. The many different beings involved in this endeavour adds to this ecstasy. I wrote many few verse after reaching the state of trance to toast my climax.

The essence of life, bit strange

climbing the big mountain range.

Wisps in the twists,

loosing with the mist.

The evasive raves, remorse, rages, wraths, furies, madness of the soul. The touch and whirling of the tendrils with a tinkling. The tickling of the trace and scratch. The muddled signals. The abstractness of the trails, the illusion of the myst, the magic behind the ‘deception’ often losing the sight, all in darkness.

A sound guiding the lane,

anxiously grasping the mane.

An innocent evil smile,

weighing on an elusive mile.

A walk on the frail lumber, the sound of the creak with every step. And bang it came with a flash. The same old familiar essence. The bottomless void in the guts. The muffled tinge in the breath. The tasteless dribble swallowed and stirring the gullet. The antsy enmeshed smile, the charm of a stroke of tucking behind.

Getting laid with the lark,

iffy pleasures derived in the dark.

A sudden dawn to reality

realizing the futility.

The highs and low, the peaks and valley carries the depth of innocence. The beauty of unabashed nakedness of that curves. The crescent beauty in the dusk. The fullness of the moon. Oh! The murky and lurking move with synchronicity. Perhaps, it is just an illusion, perhaps a mirage in the parched land. After all a darkness, a darkness since the invisibility.

Or Perhaps a serendipity! A walk to meet the Dark, the Black to see the Light the White?! How is that Dark and Light coloured? Or perhaps an abrupt awareness of the Grey.

This long-drawn affair with the darkness, a series of secret affairs with the other side. It sounds abstract, immaterial. Often a cryptic, a code, a reverse verse of poems. It is that space that to be held close to heart. That moment of vacuum, blankness, bareness that transcend to Awareness. Let the Darkness allude itself, let it be the quilt to the coldness, let it brace and embrace!

Happiness

As I was walking down the street during the New Year’s Eve, I was reminded of those simple ordinary moments of Happiness of my childhood days. How simple things were, like hearing the bell sound of our favorite ice cream man made us excited and rushed to have one stick of chocolate ice-cream with all those chocolate chips and cherry toppings. Or, the time when we used to buy clothes for an occasion. We were happy, excited, thrilled and most importantly content with those few frocks.  Never cared about whether we are repeating the same frocks for some occasions. When the whole family huddled in one van with etc seats to visit family and friends for New Year greetings. Or, the time when I used to wake up early in the morning and secretly rushed to our garden to pluck flowers. Or, finishing school homework quickly to run to park to play. Or, when a small chocolate bar was shared amongst eight family members. Or, when grandma used to pamper us with our native delicacies.  That was the one inch of peace and happiness looked like. That is how simple one inch of life used to be. That immeasurable Happiness!

I read somewhere, a known person said (I do not remember who said this), intelligent man can never be happy. Really? Perhaps not happy in a conventional sense, when she cannot find happiness by following the boring societal norms set centuries before, perhaps by not following and understanding certain shallow emotions of the Society. Perhaps by not dressing up for a friend's or family's marriage occasion, (and chose to go in office formals, as she has to rush directly from office) as she truly wanted to meet family and friends and celebrate the happiness. Perhaps she is not interested in make up or wearing heels. Or may be, she emotionally connects with her job or follows her heart. Or may be she is not scared of 'being Single'. We complicate happiness as we grow up. May be this world does not understand Happiness in its literal sense. And, I guess the fault is, as per our society, Intelligent people take Happiness in all its Literal and True sense. Without concealing all of it under many masks. Intelligent people manage to stick to their roots of Happiness from where it all started.