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!