Alone

Callouses and bruises,that's all there is,
To fill my shadowy grave,
No one to cry, no one to hold,
No one to take away the pain.
Of lonely hours in the dusty ground,
Of dreams unfulfilled,
The light's receding and its dark now,
So everything seems to be at ease.
But my ghost stands alone,
Near my tombstone, to pay the last respects,
For none came to cherish, to support,
None came to weep the one to be wept(for).

My home - The beautiful dark

Its so cold. I can't feel anything. The frozen mist is spreading over my body. But there is light. Lots of light. I can't understand what's going on. How can the light be cold? Maybe this means that the dark is warm. Hot even. Maybe I should hide in the shadows more often. The mere thought of the veils worn by the mistress of dark gives me solace. It should, since the light has let me down. People worship light. Call it god. They revel in its beauty. But I can't feel a thing.Do you know why? I am a creature of the dark. A child of the warm blackness.

Contrary to what people believe(rather what they want to believe), the creatures of the dark are not evil. They are far from it. We are God's creatures too. Just as the other creatures, we too deserve love.

What is light? Is light only the brightness the sun spreads on us ? Then, the brightness the moon in the sky and the stars in space give, must make the dark brighter than the light. Is light the warmth of the sun? Has not the moon warmed many lonely hearts for millenia? Or is light good and better because people say it is? Is it better because it has nothing to hide? Well, on both counts,we see that people even call the "good" bad, when things don't go their way. Also, it is the unseen and hidden that has provoked the thoughs and emotions of thousands of people for centuries. This has resulted in so many improvements.If you think about it, even the angels come to the earth to check on us at night. So is the dark so bad?

Do you want to know why I think people hate the dark? The dark is a complex world of beauty and mystery and knowledge. The creatures of the night are the only ones allowed to partake of the fruits in the field of shadows. This knowledge is life changing. The people of the light resent us for our prowess and the mysteries that we are masters of and so have created evil rumors surrounding the veil that guards our secrets. Consumed by jealousy, they have portrayed us as allies of the devil.

Whatever the reason, the light and the dark have been unable to get along for millenia. It sounds funny, because, light and dark are representations of the day and the night. Both essential to mortals. Still, when people speak of them, they exaggerate the beauty of the day, while our secrets and knowledge are left to rot from the place they came from - the shadows.

AGNI

Emerald Fire

It was a desert. Sand swirling around like billowy clouds, unrelenting. Dunes rising like impregnable mountains, that threaten to swallow anyone who dares climb it. A green fire, hazy in the sandy mist was visible. At its heart, a silhouette.
I walked towards it. Curious, afraid.I had to know. It was pulling me to it. The sand swirled around me. It got into my eyes. I had to keep shielding my face from the pearly brown particles.I felt a tug, a weird pull at my heart, at my soul. It was as though the answer to all my problems and all my anxieties lay in the unseen and unheard wisdom of the silhouette.
I reached the flames. They reared up and roared. But I felt no heat. It seemed as though the fire did not want to hurt me. It just acknowledged my presence. The emerald hues parted. I knew I had to walk through them. I knew that the time had come. Time for the truth. Then............
My breath caught in my chest. I felt like I was falling. but I was aware of the ground beneath my feet. I couldn't believe what I saw. A woman. Silent. Her eyes contained a power words cannot express. She was still, so still, like time had stopped around her. I could feel her soul holding mine in a vice-like grip. She looked like death herself, who had come down to take me.
She had long, black hair that fell all the way down her back. She wore a red Saree, a thin, monotone, blood-red Saree. The pallu flew about her and covered her face like a veil. But there was no mistaking her. I would recognise that face anywhere. That was the face I saw, every time I looked into the mirror. It was me.
But it wasn't me too. I never had such a spine-chilling look about me. I never recalled ever looking at someone the way she looked at me. It was as though I was seeing another side of me. An uncontrollable force, all passion, rage and power.
She looked at me and smiled. A sarcastic, condescending smile, one filled with contempt. Probably contempt for my vulnerable, humane, practical, real side. She slowly lifted her hand and pointed a finger at me. Instantly, I froze. A freezing fear surrounded my heart, as though icy cold hands had gripped my soul. The sand flew around me like a sheet of darts. I couldn't guard myself against the onslaught. I felt myself falling.For real this time and I knew I was staring into the eyes of a power that had lain dormant for years. A power not just in me, but in everybody. You cannot slay it. You cannot enslave it. You cannot hide from it. It is a part of you, just biding its time to get out and unleash havoc. All you can do is befriend it. Then maybe, just maybe, it won't consume you in its raging fire, when it finally breaks out of the prison of our souls.

AGNI