Darkness, its where i belong

Darkness, its where i belong

A Chapter by Sauav Karki

I am not in any mental dysfunctionings. Neither am I a Satanist. Clearly, I am just trying to defend my affiliation and preference of liking darkness.

Light mocks me. It presents me with illusions and blindness of having to choose. It has made me its puppet several times. I have always found it to be deceptive. They say not everything that glitters is gold. This is why I doubt light's intention. Every colorful lights and rays at the end up fading in the darkest of the darkness. As light pretends to have enlightened me, it secretly creates frightening shadows behind me which follows me everywhere unless I run to darkness.

Tongue has foolishly accused darkness for being playground of evil. These boneless creatures should think that its light that seeds the evil thoughts in minds. Poor darkness has always been an innocent and meanwhile a silent victim that it has to see all those dances of evil.

Those who fear darkness are all those who has some evil in them, those who have betrayed and are waiting for payback to their wrongs. I don't fear darkness. It takes great courage. Courage; to face your fears and to be able to fix the mistakes. And its like getting closer and knowing this fear till you learn that there is nothing to be feared of.

I cling on to darkness. In fact I can tell you, I belong to it. This was all I had before birth and probably what's it going to be after life is done. My subconscious constantly reminds me of this fact in involuntary blinks and the fact that my eye lids are closed every time I feel alienated and left out.

Darkness is absolute. Darkness is a home to all regardless to what we look like and what back ground we come from. Its as assuring against any kind of deception and illusions. There is no existence of me and you. All that exists is us and we. And in darkness can we find a sincerity and solemnity. Here the acts of kindness come without any kind of brands and advertisement.

Darkness is where dreams bloom like a spring flower. And have you ever realized how great it feels to dream It's always better than the light that breaks through the human heart and creates rifts. I belong to darkness and even though I may be a single one here, its better this way.


© 2013 Sauav Karki


Author's Note

Sauav Karki
feel free to pour out what your mind produced after reading my state of mind.

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Darkness...The abscence of all light... or the collection of all colour.
It makes me wonder what a blind man might think, who lost their sight in a war?

Those were the first two things that popped into my mind. =) However, what this piece really brews up to must upon is this.

In a playing field of light, those who wish for darkness must find the shadows... on an open field, those shadows can only be created by others. Thus the one in the shadows must always be willing and content to live beneath those around them, like a peasant to royalty. Or they lock themselves in a room with no windows or electricity or candles or flame.... they become the prisoners of their own actions, yes? So what this piece really shows to me, is that fear is what drives people. Not just fear of things outside themselves that might have or have indeed hurt them, but their own inner fear of themselves.
So in the end it all comes down to this... There are no winners... just survivors... The brave or the fearful? It's choice.

Thanks for sharing your ink and thoughts. I enjoyed the opportunity to let my own thoughts respond to it.

Great Writing!
Aaron


Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sauav Karki

11 Years Ago

i truly appreciate your words. thank you



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Darkness...The abscence of all light... or the collection of all colour.
It makes me wonder what a blind man might think, who lost their sight in a war?

Those were the first two things that popped into my mind. =) However, what this piece really brews up to must upon is this.

In a playing field of light, those who wish for darkness must find the shadows... on an open field, those shadows can only be created by others. Thus the one in the shadows must always be willing and content to live beneath those around them, like a peasant to royalty. Or they lock themselves in a room with no windows or electricity or candles or flame.... they become the prisoners of their own actions, yes? So what this piece really shows to me, is that fear is what drives people. Not just fear of things outside themselves that might have or have indeed hurt them, but their own inner fear of themselves.
So in the end it all comes down to this... There are no winners... just survivors... The brave or the fearful? It's choice.

Thanks for sharing your ink and thoughts. I enjoyed the opportunity to let my own thoughts respond to it.

Great Writing!
Aaron


Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sauav Karki

11 Years Ago

i truly appreciate your words. thank you
Great chapter. :) very deep, mysterious and dark. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Insightful piece. And it's true. Sometimes we must go into the darkest parts of ourselves to find the deepest meaning and bring it to light. But let us not choose the dark; rather enjoy the interplay between dark and the light.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sauav Karki

11 Years Ago

After all perfection is a combination of both. Thank you for your review
A very strong beginning chapter. I like the use of darkness. You create mystery and question. Made the reader want to know more. Now add the who, what, where, why and how. This had the possibility of becoming a very good story. Thank you for sharing the excellent chapter.
Coyote

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sauav Karki

11 Years Ago

Thank you.

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