Sombre

I can see the dark hues through my window, it’s cloudy outside with no stars or fireflies. It’s been three years since the darkness has been protecting me With its hollow emotions running through me day by day, night by night. But today it is different; the cloud has clogged the sky with no rain, no wind, no moon. Just a graphite grey sheet cruel enough to resist the sky to see or breathe. Making me uncomfortable in my own room a little gloomy but beautiful. With little or no lights, me sitting in one place. My books kept on my bed and the rack half-empty with dust, My pens ran out of ink lying near the pile of clothes kept on the chair instead of my big brown closet. A wrinkled bedsheet with a musky smell, similar to the room freshener kept by the edge. The cityscape has seen me this way, peeking at me through the glass windows and mocking in silence. But the night has always been there for me, gawking with its familiar way, asking for a conversation. We spoke many times about the seashore, how the waves become louder at night and the sand is shinier than usual like the voices inside my brain having their scintillating chat under those dim lights. Those were the hours when I fell in love with the night, See! darkness can be beautiful too, with unusual sophistication. But you…. You were fond of lights, urging me to remove those curtains of secrecy and let those devilish rays seep inside, You took my dry hands and let them soak the moist from the first rays. You knew the depth in my eyes can not be filled only by those high pitched blank conversations, they need the rays, the autumnal air, some tiny blossoms. You made the mornings easy for me with your voice, glistening smiles, with your tender touch And those lovely eyes. Caressing my cold cheeks and telling me ‘Meet you tomorrow at sunrise’. ~Madhurima Ghosh