'Cause I'm the brightest shade of the dark!

Someone who'd wander around the Dark,
and wonder about the Bright.
Someone who'd stare at the sky for hours,
and stray among the clouds.

It's been long ago..
Now,it's as if you're moulding me into kinds of your own choice.
Sometimes,
you let me stay
and
sometimes you get me stray.

Only then i realise
i'm the darkest shade of the bright
and
i owe to be the brightest shade of the dark.

The dark that engulfs what-has-happened
and
the bright that enlightens
what-has-to-happen.

That bright of the dark that can brighten the bright of the dark!
The dark that glows,
dark that has glow
and
the dark
that has-to-glow-NOT!


I'm the Brightest shade of the Dark.

Black is for the heart.

Merriaenay,'he said out loudly. She closed her eyes. Her lips curved into a smile. And,her hands..her hands started moving in a manner so as to escape from a river,which could've drowned her. He moved closer. Her heart started bumping,and her face..her face started glowing.
She reached out for him,to hold his hand and move across the drowning river. Her pale hand lingered the air,and retreated.
'He has left?' she whispered. NOW. Her body started shivering. Her heart..her heart started trembling. She moved her hands over her face,may be to catch a left-over by him. She has to come up with the devastation. Her eyes trembled. Even closed.
She opened her eyes. At once. Since,drinking whole of the wine,the poisoned one,in one attempt is easier to take in. She smiled. Bitterly. She looked around. Called out his name,thrice. Wiping her tears.
'He is gone,' words came out of her. Clear and audible. She moved towards the other side of the lamp. The darker. It was raining,now. She moved under the shadow. So,the rain don't take away his left-overs'.


'Black is for the heart,' somewhere far from her,a beggar whispered. Or may be,another beggar whispered.