Darkness for me.

Darkness for me.


Darkness : a partial or total absence of light.
But isn't it so much more than that?

In today's world of shaming and hate, darkness is a kind escape.
In the world of screens and brightness, darkness is a desperate break.
Why are the arms of darkness, those of the devil,
When all it does today, is protect from this unending peril?
This monstrous reality?
The dwindling humanity?
The unyielding grasp of a screen?
That colossal pit unseen?

I yearn quite dearly
For darkness everyday
For a small requisite
For a secluded pathway
To understand and comprehend
This disconcerted reality
This maze of uncertainty.
I yearn for darkness
For in a world of hate, you loved 
In a world of judgement, you comforted.
No light is too weak for you 
And no face too ugly.

You do not discriminate, you do not favour.
You exist simply for those afraid of your clarity,
Afraid of being confronted
By their own thoughts, and are hunted
By flashes and flings
Living in multiple skins
A radical sacrifice
Unknown to us
A heavy price 
For something so treasonous.

Just to exist in a world so bright
Is to test yourself at every turn.
You may be good, but are you good enough?
You may be kind, but where is your proof?
Unclear, unsure and unaware 
I know not
The foe from the friend.
The good from the bad
The right from the wrong.
The lines are blurred.
There's no one solution.
Light has always been an illusion.

aarya








Comments

  1. TrippleZeroBillionairesJanuary 30, 2021 at 7:44 PM

    Heyy..!
    Why did you stop writing ?????

    ReplyDelete
  2. AARYA RAJGURUFebruary 21, 2021 at 10:51 PM

    well, I only right when I feel overwhelmed. it is a stress buster, I feel something coming though :)

    ReplyDelete

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