The girl who blogs.....

The girl who blogs.....
Jun 5, 2011

Le Crépuscule.....

Posted by Quintessence Of Illusion




I could never tell light from dark too well,

Never could shade the exact colour where the black strokes would fade to nothingness in my sketchbook...

Shadows always fascinated me for their beautiful travel of light through the rings of penumbra,
Then on to nothing....again.

Didn't you have a wind-chime, that cast a playful,seductive shadow on the walls of the balcony as it tinkled and danced...the shadows that seemed to exude the music of the winds more than the tangible, colourful instrument itself?Didn't you touch its shadows and play your fingers along the restless edges...

Sometimes the light was nothingness...and sometimes...it would be...the darkness.And sometimes...something entirely different.

There is a painting of mine,from when I was 10.It now hangs in a corner of my room,literally cobwebby.It portrays this girl sitting in semi-darkness, her knees folded to her chin.The thing about the painting is the very technical flaw in it.Instead of appearing that one half of her being is illuminated, it seems like one half,the other half, is bathed in an eerie blue blackness.

Yes, I always was a little disarrayed about the very basic concept of light and dark.

Still am...

I still don't know whether every mind is originally pure and is vulnerable to being consumed by darkness.Or whether it is basically a dark room with a desperate calling for enlightenment.

Or whether THAT is the very basic difference between the good and the bad.
But then...we're all same.Eventually.
If the Light is the Destiny of the Dark and the Dark is the Light's Fate...we're all same.
Nothing matters.

It's the same boat.Take it or leave it.

At the end of the day...you're alive.The boat is Noah's Ark.You've just eluded the tantalizingly fickle end.Each day is 2012.
And being good as opposed to bad isn't so important on this ark.

We're all an impossible, unfathomable being.Sometimes darker than the deepest wells, sometimes brighter than sunshine, and sometimes...a tinkering shadow on a windswept wall.

As for me,I have to be neither good nor bad.Just the effervescent me.That's my lesson.

Courtesy---dream diary!

Phew.

11 comments:

Vimal said...

nice start dear,i lv ur word play...d best line accrdng 2 me was..
"If the Light is the Destiny of the Dark and the Dark is the Light's Fate...we're all same.
Nothing matters."

Quintessence Of Illusion said...

thanks Vimal

Sorcerer said...

Beautiful...really beautiful words and the way you wrote it was with a fairytale touch.
Nice

rainboy said...

Darkness has always been forsaken,It's like a fear that’s been wrapping itself warmly around bones,we think about it visualize it, making it tempting and mysterious ... no wonder ppl succumb :)

nice post

take care

Soumya said...

I still don't know whether every mind is originally pure and is vulnerable to being consumed by darkness.Or whether it is basically a dark room with a desperate calling for enlightenment.

Or whether THAT is the very basic difference between the good and the bad.


The essence of humankind and humanmind in a nutshell? Nicely writen.

Soumya said...

Reading it again and this paragraph stands alone. If I remember reading most of your writes in this blog,

the below one is special in all respect. Kudos

Didn't you have a wind-chime, that cast a playful,seductive shadow on the walls of the balcony as it tinkled and danced...the shadows that seemed to exude the music of the winds more than the tangible, colourful instrument itself?Didn't you touch its shadows and play your fingers along the restless edges...

Quintessence Of Illusion said...

@Sorcerer:Thank you so much
@rainboy:yeah true...but combination of darkness and light interests me more...neways thanks a lot
@Soumya:At first thanks a ton for reading all my posts..and im really honoured...thanks a lot

Sayandeep Kundu said...

As usual brilliant. And quite a different take on the grey thing. It was a desperate attempt to split up the grey into black n white, light or darkness.. where light seems to be just as intense as the darkness itself..lurking darkness and scorching sunshine in your eyes mellowed as your rising scarlet..I guess that's you-the effervescent bubble on the bosom of existence.

Sayandeep Kundu said...

As usual brilliant.. It was altogether a different take on the grey thing. It was a desperate attempt to split up the grey into black n white, light or darkness where light seems to be as intense as the darkness itself.. Lurking darkness and scorching sunshine in your eyes mellowed as the rising scarlet..I guess, that's you..an effervescent bubble on the bosom of existence.
Mindblowing and brilliant stuff, sis.. It was great stopping by your blog after such a long time.. Splendid write

NesQuarX said...

(:

Yes.

Quintessence Of Illusion said...

Thanks to all of you for appreciating