For most of you, who
are wondering how do I do this; writing was conceived by me during one of these
dark days in my life. You must be thinking about your days of despair. Now what’s
the fuss all about? The downs have always been a fair share of life and one
shall take it bravely.
Don’t forget ultimate
philosophy of life: “There are sad days,
it passes by and then comes the happy days.”
Well … my darkest
days aren’t anyway the same and demand to be counted differently.
When the sun kisses
goodbye, the shadow walks in to say “Hi” and only leaves after the battle is
won or lost. It is absolutely
normal to sleep when the darkness sways over you, of course what are silent nights
for? About 90% of the majority are lucky to be dead for a while at least. And the
rest 10% of us are called insomniac, clinically depressed or even witches who
stand by the night to perform their rituals.
My nights have always
been struggle from everlasting solitude to next possible ray of brightness. I
have always been jealous watching people sloth comfortably, when I can barely
relax. For the capricious mind that I have, the pattern of thoughts is really
not defined through these dark falls.
It takes a lasting
effort when eyes deny to shut itself. The worries from past and future toss
against each other; tears flow down to numb the aching heart; the longing arms
that wants to me comforted with concerns; the spine tingling feeling when alerted
by sudden bizarre passing figures…
And, at times, it’s
just the ‘wounded-will’ (to fight any longer) that survives the stubborn hours.
Sounds quite unfair
isn’t it? But just because the title seems melancholic, don’t judge yet.
People say insomnia
is a diseases and should be necessarily treatment. The state by its own is just
few restless hours that requires productive attention.
In these curious
hours, I have lived my most impossible passions. Shaped craps from the garbage into
somethings extraordinarily worth (abstract crafts). I have been awoken to the
blissful feeling of love that requires no companionship. I have encountered
confession that is unbounded guilt.
I have also not
missed the chances to shudder my friends by my innocent sleepless night walks (giggles).
Above all, watching the
twinkling stars spread out to a brighter light has been my favourite.
And here…my wait for
a new day ends, with the first droplet of the mist and the fresh breeze that kindles
my soul.
It’s 5:30 am and I am
all ready to take over the world.
