Part 1....
The darkest of nights
and the gloomiest of times,
I resided in the core of the despair and on the surface line of hope;
in the cocoon of desolation
and appearance of connections;
broken, harmed, tilted and flawed.
The feel of my cocoon has ever been resolute and passionate in failure,
the success of my quests has always been mediocre,
but just as all the dark emergences concealed themselves,
under the lit of dominant creation,
formation of eventualities and pavements.
Nothing of it touched as an arrival of the blooming spring,
rather it consoled as the departure of autumn, right in the middle,
in the diffusion of lit and dark.
And the journey of quests never ended,
rather it accentuated and consumed....
and gradually made me a segment of it's own whole being.
Never did I know, that once again, unlike the first time,
I would again be mouldered of my existence,
in the process of being transformed into the identity of a seeker,
not a possessor.
Miles apart were you
and still is there where you are
and miles apart is where you will be,
to shed the light upon the dark,
from heavens above the sky.
A perishable and ever consoling view of the light ,
being promised as a reward,
to develop a lust for and a soulful desire for.
Just like this, the dark kept seeking the light,
in the quest of its core,
believing itself to be an ever parted shadow, incomplete, desolate and misconceived.
The light was just temporary
and it vanished away within the cocoon of eventuality,
the dark showed up,
once again,
with all its substance, passion, realness and corruption.
The quest of centuries never brought to an end,
the diffusion of the dark and the lit,
as they belonged to one other,
they originated from each other,
and clasped their hands to forever subsist each other.
Breakage was an absolute truth they shared,
ultimate separation,
snatching away from them the spiritual rule to exist with one another,
within a moment,
to experience the amalgamation of faith walking it's never ending pavement to completion.
Distinctiveness was what they mutually shared,
in the hollow of oneness,
separated they were,
but connected from within,
unlike all the ones connected on the emergence,
and broken from within.
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ASJAL
Reflection, connection, suppression
