Nights

NIGHT - For some it can be described as the time to take rest, an opportunity to let go of all the hardship of the day and get lost in the world of fantasy and dreams. But, For some of us, who walk around with smiling faces the whole day, cracking the most hilarious yet sophisticated jokes, Nights crack open a flood gate opening the pathway to the world where one would never even bother to peep in. And i would like to call such people as AHRIMAN which stands for the god of darkness in mythology.

I think i personified their positives a little too much by calling them the the " God of Darkness" , but frankly speaking, they are the god trapped inside an ultimate cage whose key lies within their head but sadly even they don't the pathway to their own brain.

lets go on a tour and try to understand these so called " Ahriman" -

>The Cutter -

    Its 2 AM in the night, everyone is asleep in the house, and there is this guy staring blankly at the clock.the clock strike 2 and the Guy walks over to his parents room to check if everyone is sleeping, then he rushes into his room, opens the drawer and takes out a blade, the blade looks old but it still is sharp. The boy then slowly walks towards the bathroom, his eyes widened, a drop of sweat crawls down his body as he takes each and every step with care trying not to wake anyone up.

He reaches the bathroom, closes the door, looks at himself in the mirror, his eyes have turned red but still tears are nowhere to be seen. He shouts at the man in the mirror - " You have failed me ". He takes the blade and drives it through his wrist watching the blood rushing down his arm in to the sink mixing with water, The mixing dilutes the blood but it hardly dilutes the pain in his head, it's not the physical pain due to the sharp blade, it's something else which even he doesn't understand.

In his head he cries out - " leave me Alone", as all the sadness buried throughout the days starts playing in his head with vivid clarity like a Blu-ray movie. He can see how people look at him, with eyes filled with hatred, he pushes the blade deeper trying to escape those judging eyes as more blood oozes out of his wrist, his senses have heightened, he closes his eyes and the movie continues, he can see a hot girl walking beside him who looks at him and smile but he just looks down trying not to give her a glimpse of the darkness within those black eyes. The cut keeps on getting deeper and deeper as he looks at his cell phone, looks at the old chats of the girl he is in love with who doesn't even reply to his texts. He stares at the screen expecting atleast a goodnight but sadly nothing shows up and he shouts in the mirror - " You are not Good Enough, You don't deserve to live" ... the cut is getting deeper and the water is getting more and more red. He knows that he must stop now, but he doesn't want to, the man inside him cries out- " It's hurting buddy" , he yells out - " My thoughts have killed me more than any blade ever could" ...........

He sits down in the corner of the bathroom, blood still coming out and the blood stained blade is in his right arm, and the sad part is - THERE ARE NO TEARS IN HIS EYES.

After some time, he gets up, clears the mess, covers his arm and lays down in bed and before closing his eyes he checks his phone for the last time still hoping for a text from someone......

>The Writer -

Middle of the night, a dark room with a li'l light from the laptop screen illuminating a thoughtful face. The room is a mess, books all over the places and infront of the laptop is this man, with coffee mug on his side and the fingers translating the thoughts of his brain in words.

His eyes scanning each and every word that comes out of his hands, his brain trying to find the right combinations of words to explain the thoughts that the demons within him are whispering to him. He keeps on hitting the BACKSPACE after every word because the words are just not good enough. he gets up, walks around the room, looks at the empty wall wondering what's wrong, looking for that perfect word, looking for the perfect rhyme to express what's going on inside his head.

The words are hard to come, he looks at the roof with the fan swinging over his head and he gets lost in the rotation of the fan..., life starts looking as a burden, a mystery that can never be solved.

The urge to looks for the absolute truth has colluded his brain.

He sits down on the laptop and words start flowing, but this time he is trying to control the flow of the words afraid of his own words, scared of the combinations , the sentences and the hidden meanings in each and every letter.

He stops at the end, and starts reading the piece that he has produced, everything looks good but at the end its about - IS IT GOOD ENOUGH... his brain says "NO"....... so, he gives the "to be masterpiece" a second look and then deletes the whole document scared of the meanings concealed within it.

> The Scientist

Swelled up eyes, turned red with the lack of sleep looking at the equations written on the board from behind those big glasses. It's night outside, everyone is peacefully asleep enjoying the dreams of the perfect world. But here is this guy, standing in the middle of the room with papers all around him wondering is the world really that simple.

Things which people never think about have made him go crazy, he understands that everything can be improved, everyone says - sky is the limit , but all he cares about is knowing what the real limit is.

He is wondering - What if newton was wrong, what if gravity is not what it looks like.. he is busy trying to understand the real meaning of the relativity and how it controls the universe.

The stories of Tesla have made him fascinated , designs of the various machines are lying in the dustbin and the urge to improve everything around him is keeping him up the whole night.

He knows that he has got what it takes to get to the ultimate but he is scared because it will take everything that he has got.......

The Nights Know it all, don't they ??

Everything that you went through the whole days comes creeping in front of your eyes and sometimes the memories are not of just one day instead it's your entire life passing in front of your eyes, the past , the present and the influence of both of them on the future.

You get worried and start thinking - Am i the only one feeling this way ?? Am I the only one intrigued by the idea of how small I am in the entire universe ??  Am I better then the others?? Is my whole life just a scripted play or a game of infinite possibilities with me being the only one controlling it ??

And the best part is - You already know the answers to almost all these questions. You are just trying to convince your mind that the answers you have are right.

But the saddest part is - You can never convince this marvel of evolution, because we humans are limited in our own ways.

The night that fills you with all these questions contains the answers as well because we know darkness is the ultimate truth and light is just an illusion hiding what's inside - THE ANSWERS.

The questions that we have in mind cannot be answered as of now because we are limited in the fact that we can just see one end of our journey and not all others that are possible.

But lets imagine if we could see all the possibilities, that is, you already knew what changes your singe move is gonna create in the universe and maybe then you realize that you are not as small as you think you are, your single step can change the entire order of space and time.

But will that make us happy??

Knowing that we are a very important part of the universe will certainly make us happy but also knowing what we could have achieved if we had taken the other path will make you question your own choices.

The realization that I have from this is , Maybe its good that the Night hides it all, It's good that we don't know the answers because apparently the absolute best doesn't exist, you can never have the best it will always be better than the previous ones.