Look at the bright side, they said
What harm had the dark done,
Was it not pretty enough to be seen,
Under the light of a moonless night
Condemned to eternal invisibility,
Can you not see how the darkness tries?
The writhing, heaving sludge moves,
to shun its past of gore and murder
Yet the moment it touches the hopeful rays,
It’s done, it can go no further,
Is darkness not the yin to the yang?
the vacuum in which the whole resides,
our very own original abode,
now evil declared, forever deplored.
Yet if you peek under the curtain of sunrise,
you can still see them kiss, the light and the dark,
and in their progeny proliferating,
the unfinished journey of an extinguished spark.
Image Courtesy: Self
Arnab Mukherjee 