Shadows and light.

The shadows chased me , like they knew my name . Like I was their favourite chosen child . The shadows , they cling to me like a second skin , every time I felt I was alone , every time I had reasons to distinguish , that they were real , and I was really alone .

The perception I once thought was a third sort of eye , we all have that eye , where sometimes we see the other way around , curiously uncovering what’s beneath the gross .

Probably it was me , always finding reasons , always trying to dig a little extra , a little extra love , a little extra envy , a little extra curiosity, a little extra effort , a little extra art . Just always a little more . Because I knew , I was meant for that little extra effort, which would make me just a little extra mad , and this little extra always landed me in the lap of the shadows which were far more real than the light I could see .

Shadows were always real . Light was also real . But if I would casted my vote , shadows would win , cos they held me like I needed metamorphosis , they fed me like a mother , nurtured me into a man .

The shadows , spoke to me , in wishpers soft and deep , that I was always enough and I was always the most strongest one .

The wounds would always open a door to light , but before I could let the light in , first I would play with shadows , dwell into shadows like light itself dwells into darkness, play with my weakness , enjoy every inch of it before I would punch the last nail in the coffin .

Every ounce of shadow I would uncover in the maya , I would first embrace it , the guru once said to me , embrace truth as it was a gift to you , and since then , every wound felt like a blessing from the beloved , silently kissed from heavens.

Shadows would come first , and once we have a handshake , they would bring the best of lights right from the open wounds to the hearts .

Shadows , the truth , though really sour , had been such a taste of choice .

The illusions that we choose , I would rather die every moment in the depths of oceans , than embracing gross illusions at the coasts . The illusions of being loved , for I know , maya has a thousand happy faces , while at the bottom , it’s cold and blue . So I would look at the love , and then look at it again and again a thousand times, until I see at the bottom of the flask , the deadly fumes .

Sometimes , words would themselves echo in my mind endlessly until they fail to mean , like those eyes which felt unreal , like those faces that felt like masks , like superficial illusions, and craving of my head to cut through the skin and reach bone deep , just to find out the real world of shadows that rested bone deep down . Sour, like murky sea water , but real .

I would die a thousand times just to break illusions , just for the taste of truth , I would kill myself over and over again , bear the pain of lies and illusions , just to live in that one real moment which was finally mine , and mine alone .

While the maya serves lies like roses , just so that the bees could help it pollinate . The peacock danced , not for me, the birds sang , not for me , the snakes hissed somewhere far , and I could hear the sounds every time I would reconsider thinking about why they said I was handsome . I knew I was , but also wanted to know more about why they mentioned it , why they said I was the king , why they said I am like they thought I was . Everything almost everything had a purpose I quite dint consider in the first go . So I know shadows , they built me really well .

Revolution , evolution, desperation .

In the moment I was called a king . I felt small . Then those words echoed another dozen times , until I would know the intention behind the words , just to feel larger than the real king.

Here is this world , really small , full of blues but seems pink . And than those heavens which demands death. And here I am , fluctuating between this world and heavens just few breaths away . Wowiwiwow im sleepy 😴 Bhanu Pratap has a platform where I can write . Mf lost my literature and than creates a platform just to write and doesn’t even tell me that there’s this platform in existence a platform of our own , probably his own . 🖕🏻💐🎉 mb mbbbbb