There In The Dark (A POEM)

There in the the Dark

I wonder if you have felt this...

Isn't it weird how conversations in the night are so different from those of the day? With the same person?

Maybe it's the magic of the darkness. a sorcery of the stars. but somehow. your deepest regrets.
Your most wanton desires. The most
painful memories you have, all come alive in the night.
The dark has more stories to tell than the
light. Ask a person. who has confessed all his sins to the stars, and he'll tell you.

It knows your soul. your heart. your tears. When your tears threaten to choke you. it's the warmth of the darkness that embraces you. Ask a person who cries alone. and he'll tell you.

The darkness shields you. From your own self more than anyone else. Look down at the scars etched on your skin. They sneer menacingly at you in the brightness of the day. At night. They are a part of you again. aren't they? They embrace you. Don't they?

Ask a person who has calmly watched the blood from his wrist trickle down slowly and soil the bedsheet. Ask him if his scars taunt him in the darkness as they do in the glare of the day. and he'll tell you.

The day knows you too. But with your mask on.
The one you put up for the world. The people mask. The day knows the monotonous regularity of your existence.

The night...it owns you. Mind and soul. It has seen all of you.

Do you remember that night when you had first recognised Orion in the night sky? Do you remember the secrets you whispered to him?
Look out the window. Ask him. He remembers.
The night never forgets.

The countless nameless stars. in their silver—blue aura. haven't they comforted you a million times?
You had learned from them ages ago that even nameless, even unrecognizable, you are beautiful.
You twinkle. That even nameless. they can still wish upon you. Ask the multitude of anonymous poets. and they'll tell you.

And those fast paced satellites that look like crazed stars darting about.. Had you not felt them slow down for you as you gasped seeing them the first time? You had thought they were shooting stars going the wrong way. Going straight across
instead of coming straight down. They forgave you. Didn't they? They did. And they showed up again. Because they recognised you.

Because somewhere. in the midst of this
nocturnal love affair. while your heart was still untouched and unscathed, you were branded...And

If they ever cared to look closely, they would see the brand etched on you.

A child of the dark.

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