Darkness

Empty would life be without you, nobody is beside me, nobody like you, so many desires left undone, so many moments could have had begun, the weight I lost of carrying you has bestowed me with a greater burden, I can't be better off, I can only worsen. Separation with you I can't ever face, guilty of such an act I can't embrace, regretful to the fullest shall I always be, a day without you can I ever see? Relationship is but a phase of life, for some it is a commitment, for some it is inconsistent, lengthening it is just putting my throat on a knife, not coming up to the expectations just made my love stagnant and me malign. Built on the foundation of priorities and expectations, living upto it throughout, ignoring the ongoing frustrations, I can't expect much from this obligation I leap around, snatching my freedom, my lifestyle till I am forever bound. The bond we shared is indeed shared by others, toxication to the very core, nullifying it all...

Bound by my words can't I be, selling my soul for our better I feel, isolated by this world, barely anyone can I see, endowed with the worst wound (reputation) I might never heal. People despise of me and my soul, declaring me a cynic, my body and my core, I wonder my critics are unbiased enough to give me a score, for who would turn Karna and who Arjun (Mahabharata) for the achievement of their goal. The act of turncoat has changed the course of history, some well-planned while some being a mystery, some greedy for the thirty pieces of silver, selling Jesus to the crude, some patriotic to the Holy Roman Empire, sacrificing of a mate by "Et Tu, Brute?" Rarely can a convict justify this marvellous tragedy, the plaintiffs have many though, some portray disgraceful rhapsody while some utter profanity, the fact remains the same, all of this does have a purpose, there is The Good, The Bad and The Ugly, all creating nothing but a ruckus.

Throttling from all the struggles, in this depth of abyss I wonder, power flowing through my eyes, transmitting to my brains like thunder, the reach seems to never close while the destination looks impossible, nothing seem to favour and my dreams likely to fickle. Now that I contemplate, my goals look everything but reality, waving through those thousands of voices,  some of criticism, some of pity. My long legs have lost their pace, and my knees are at their limits, nothing seems to strike this broken knight at a time he needs the most, digging up his own grave, calming his tits, recklessly giving up on his hope while facing his ghost. Having come up to this extent,  he consoled himself to have done a lot, it is suffice, closing up his book, closing up his eyes, little did he know that he is being backed at his every step, at his every moment from toe-to-toe, when he did, his heart throbbed from the very moment till the reach of eternity, ...

Word might be told, for the truth is made to abide, the centuries has passed of it getting side(lined), it has craved men to run from it, even men with mixed language mix up to seem fit. People might be scared to ponder about(it), life may not seem a tragedy without(it), a wise man. has shared his words his honest doubt, darkness may not be the scum of your life, the world's revolving it around. It is said that darkness is a formed sin, embed inside the cores within, Avarice, Envy, Gluttony, Pride, Sloth, Lust and wrath does it leap around, making way in hundreds( of hearts) like a shrill sound. Men may underestimate in writings what it may seem, the Ying-Yang syndrome is the true froth of the cream, people will rid away and no one's gonna redeem, darkness is the cause of significance of light, the truth may void deem(ed). The hindus, christians, muslims and others may turn it away for God's sake, the mighty(god) may not understan...