FaiLeD AtTeMpT

In span of the finite and countable moments of life that have been alloted to me till now, I have spent quite a substantial fraction of it with myself, just me and myself alone.

Every moment of it, I had to analyse situations at hand, take decisions and bear the outcome of my own deeds. So, I got a faint idea of myself, got to know the me with a bit more accuracy( at least that was what I thought).

So, I sat in a lone corner, in the darkness of the room, myself being my only companion, to get to know myself a bit deeper. The word is INTROSPECTION. Quite a heavy word I would say.

I tried at the brim of me and carefully stepped into the untreaded territory of my own soul.

Some moments brought me to the light of the past, some flashes. I, with all care and concentration tried to tread on inside what I felt like a spider's web, trying not to break a thread, but all that happened was me stepping into the realm of confusion where overload of information and hazy picturews blurred the serene lake of thoughts, and bond of frustration had clasped my mind preventing gettign further trapped into the dense and perplexing mysterious spider's web, or rather my own web, and ultimately my mind was thrown off the track and back into the real world.

It seemed there was some barrier within me beyond which I could not peek, some things that my mind could not understand.

So, I still remain a mystery to myself with failed attempts at introspecting myself.

I got up, switched the light on, went up to the mirror and still saw a strange set of eyes staring at me.

TrAnSiTiOn

I love the deep darkness of the night,
And yet love the morning light,
But what I love the most of all,
The transition from dim to bright.

The dusky sky,
The sun goes shy,
The veil falls over,
In darkness, giving it cover.

Pitch dark of the space around,
The dark sky seems to meet the dark ground,
The serenity it commands,
Till the morning light lands.

After the deepest of the dark,
Comes the singing of lark,
Tardily the veil lifts,
The shy sun out of it shifts.

Bestows the golden rays so week,
The silver dewdrops they all seek,
They play for time so long,
Dew gets tried, retreat to where they belong.

The fresh morning air the rays feed,
The cold, out of air lead,
The sun sets up its workspace,
The air with extreme heat does it lace.

All this, till dark takes over,
Again to sky, does it provide cover,
This goes on and on,
Everyday comes the dusk and dawn.