Into the Dark

I sometimes wonder how futile is people's existence. The nuisance of their chores, the utterly sceptical words they speak, merely worth a coal dime. There are nights like these, "weird" if you would like to pen it. At times, it all feels like a spiral staircase, which reaches nothing. There ain ‘t anything bad, but no good either. The Nights crawling into the skull hammering with questions you could never find the answers to, and then suddenly you are lying on the bed lucid dreaming about that one door which lets you escape the eerie of life. And *Boom* you got to wake up just to see the world is as it is, the same mundane reality. You keep alive through all these days . .

And one fine night, you choose to see the world for what it is, what it always has been. Blinded by the morals of society, or patterns I must say. People tend to forget the mystical powers of the creation of God. For, you have eyes to find the beauty and mind to embrace it. And when you fail to reach the beauty, you create it. You create it in every touch, in every sight of love, every bite of wisdom. Just the way Albert Einstein once said, "If you don’t believe in any kind of magic, or mystery, basically, you're as good as dead."

The point is not to be all rainbows and glitters or to manifest the good, there is enough social media for that. The whole point is the beauty of the alluring darkness, the mystery, not just in good but in the bad, in anger, in rage, in sorrow, hate, grief, anxiety and every sensation that embraces the darker side of you, because life isn't just black and white, the artists have a whole palette of colours for a goddam reason.

So, on the days when it is hard to choose yourself, hard to get out of bed, close your eyes and find the mysteries in the hardships.

Because those who are not privileged to have a key, learn to break the locks.

                                                                                                                       - Shravani D