Scribbling...

Scribbling:

Tragedy of Wanderer:

“There is something special about darkness, which haunts one, confronts one, saddens one, cheers one, brings one to life, lets other sleep forever. To meet it in its raw solitude, witness it in all its simplicity, just for being there, calm and silent; there are no force acting upon you in darkness, no noise but a hypnotizing chaotic silence. You choose what to hear, what to scream, what to cry for, what to look at, and it lets you continue generously as if nothing to complain, nothing to demand. You are the god in the sea of darkness; it lets you choose and decide and lets you mold it the way you want. May be because it knows you might exist just for that moment in its embrace. May be it knows you will come to accept it back sooner or later. May be it knows it will live for eternity, may be it knows it would die the very moment someone lights the candle, may be it knows it would exposed to the core by the dawn, yet may be it still exists for it carries nothing to hide, it has no secrets, no regrets, no remorse, no smiles, no tears. It remains there, as if it is not the sun but the darkness which nourishes the universal life. There is no reproach, no repulsion, no attraction, for no one can define it, may be for it is only the darkness who defines us all at the end. It accompanies us from womb to our graves, a silent companion we often miss to acknowledge.”