Darkness

This post was written during one of the delusional and melancholic phases of my life... Now that I read it again, I can't relate to it anymore... But still feel that it's worth sharing...

 

I turn off the lights and look at myself in the mirror...

I see what I am.. shorn off all my delusions..

I see the “I”... neither the “I should” nor the “I would” or the “I think”..

I hate darkness... It makes me see too much of myself...

I turn off the lights... and I’m able to hear myself...

A slow nagging conscience not getting drowned in the humdrum of a busy day..

I hear about my failures, my “what ifs”, my “if onlys” and the imagined conversations of people behind my back..

I hate darkness... It makes me listen to the desperate housewife inside me..

I turn off the lights... and all of a sudden, I’m alone...

My poor shadow disappears.. the shadow that stood by me..

Through the long and short of it... 

Through the highs and lows of mine...

I hate darkness... It makes me feel the air swirling above my goose pimples and the trail of sweat channeling through it...

I turn off the lights... and I don’t rhyme any more...

Life is not a musical, anymore... not whimsical, anymore...

I turn on the lights and nothing changes...

I hate darkness... Specially when I can't find the switch inside my head...