And....here I am, looking at the dazzling sunshine that peeks at me from the smoky clouds all over in the sky. It speaks to me and tells me about my blacks while casting my own shadow upon the ground. It tells me that I have my own flaws, my own mistakes, my own conflicts and my own regrets. It tells me about my scars...and that..even I had a past which is gonna stay with me no matter what. It reminds me about the time when a lost young soul...not very young yet unaware and unknown of the world and its shades, had met that shadow and had merily shaken hands with it and about the time when a grown up struggling man, tired and crumbled would walk the miles of his harships and would always find the same shadow lingering for him in the corner. It tells me that my shadow is coloured with my darkness, my mystics and my imperfections. And while looking at it, I realise that it accepts me the way I am...with all the hues that I am filled with. And that..it never complains...just copies!
But oh..before drowning deep into the horizon of magnificence, the sun also tells me the story of my strength, of my valour, of my grace, of my combats and of my endeavor. It tells me about the unbreakable compassion of a flourishing young soul....not very young, with a bald chin and yet with the dreamy eyes that never let their spark vanish...ever. And about a grown up beautiful man with thin beard, dark hair and a confident smile, who could never be shattered or defeated, who would never let his fears crease his aspirations and would never let his values be burried under his success! The glaring shine tells me that all my whites, are a part of me just as my blacks are..just as my shadow is. And that..my whites have known all my wonders and my fantasies. All my bliss and my joys...and that even I had a past which is gonna stay with me forever..no matter what.
And as the sun finally drowns into the ocean of hope, faith and belief...soaking all the snowy clouds in itself and leaving behind its essence all over the sky...it makes me realise that both of my blacks and my whites live in me . They dance along with every beat of my heart and emerge with every breath that I take. They have known my smiles and my cries, my failures and my success, my scars and my crowns as well. Still they stayed with me...through my past and with my present...no matter what.
And with this, dusk and its fading twilight speaks about the end of its story and tells me that...I am not made up of my blacks and my whites but...with my greys! That I have to walk into the world, with their beauty and their wrinkles. That I have to laugh and scream along with them. And that I have to accept them the way they are. Because they are nothing, but me! All that I am. Full of flaws and strengths...full of pains and sorrows..full of joys and flames. All of my bones and my flesh. All are my greys! And....here I am..holding them with an embrace and waiting for the dawn..!!
