Things often look
different in the night, often revealing their true self, hence more beautiful
than the day. Cloaked under the night sky at the dawn of a new day accompanied
by whispers of rain and sound of lightening, I wished the time would cease; I
wished tomorrow shall never come to pass.
The unfathomable night with its shallow darkness and sinister corners taunts me, moves me, attracts me and arouses me. The night, an embodiment of bottomless secrets with its mystic sky, has magic that binds and entices the dreamer in me. The night with many shades of grey, captivates the ignoble me more than a rainbow that adorns the gloomy summer sky.
Sprinkles of the night that stroked my skin were as gentle as an embrace and warmer than a night of passionate love making. It made want to become a part of the night, invisible during the day only to be encompassed in the darkness.
Dripping in the shower and laughing with the thunder under the moonless sky with no star in sight, I found myself embracing the darkness in me. The shadows of the past and regrets of the bygone days came alive engulfing me letting me relive those moments. Those precious moments of sadness, happiness that encumbers one during the day.
Sitting by the
window sill, listening to song of thunder and the torch of lightening that
illuminates the narrow bead of rain I wished the light away.