In a misty night there was a gloomy light shining from all across the roads and radiating hard into his eyes. He got curious about that luminous and went on pursuing it out of his conscience. The journey made him go numb, gradually degrading and distorting his soul. He found himself his loosing control over himself and felt his body weak. Having no considerations to it, he moved on and on and on.... The light then revealed itself and came out to be the devil's own. The path on which he moved became the last of his life. He was welcomed well by the evils of himself and was taken away into the hole of darkness. The darkness was not in his death but within his soul. Finally, he swept himself into the mourning gates to come back again for the golden ones.

“ The morning shines were beautiful and bright, the buds bloomed to their might. The leaves crackled into each other kissing the winds passing by. Soon the days became night when darkness in the clouds became right. The gods above laughed at him calling him a fool for being happy. He cursed himself, he cursed god too, but the laughter above didn’t seise. The clouds poured down their rains and his tears merged in his veins. Faking the world for being happy, he kept moving along with his heart shut and feet walking “

“ Love failed to describe them as one. They felt it hard to take it through. They became those poles of the magnet which always refused to come close. World judged them and mocked them hard to pull them and ground them down to the core. Their hearts had fallen Weak but the minds remained a mountain of highest spirits and hopes. Life had taken a crisp turn in their lives and the wheels got drifted along the cut of the road. Moments they had spent got crashed into the valley of melancholy and the hopes got burnt into ashes of despair. Days passed and the burns of darkness combined themselves with the soils of brightness, manure of gay was given a new birth and was nurtured with the warmth of newer hopes for life. Their lives moved along a new path for a new journey and a newer goal for life.

Darkness was dwelling high in the winds, morning rays oozing to slush out of the dark clouds, but his eyes were still blinking on the ceiling hoping to see a star falling. Being faked by nature, he saw a light coming out of him and going towards the ceiling, which seemed to be a star falling from high to low but to his astonishment when he looked below, his eyes were still open but this time just open and not blinking. Body laid still with no motivation to move and breath extinguishing slowly.
The light was nothing but his soul taking a last look on his master’s fallen dome.