Day Vs Night

By Jahnvi Nagu

The day is just an illusion while the night is the bleak reality.

The warm sun gives you a hug in the morning,birds singing songs in the perfect melody,sunflowers

being brought back to life and curled leaves waking up.

The moon is effortlessly the most mediocre object. It glistens on burrowed success but will always be

in denial. The stars are just burning, themselves as well as you but you do not feel it and you never will.

It is the most piercing pain only felt when you are in ashes.

Pots ans pan preparing breakfast, you in your best suit, all decked up for your mundane life. Just

stuffing down food for survival, you never eat,just shove it down. You earn your livelihood by

spending million seconds behind a desk. Then come home in the same manner, you are just a mere

hamster running in a wheel eyeing the single prize. What you do not realize is the prize is much bigger

than you,outside the cage. Everybody succumbs to comfort and habit.

The real nightmare and truth starts now, you are at last with your caged thoughts. Your covetous and

flawed self arises like oil on water. It is the dark night and the darkness in you, but at least there are

stars in the sky, but do you even have to faintest hope?

Isolated, unfit and just plainly hopeless. You lie heavily on the bed and paint the world in which you

want to live, but the canvas is blank. You have kept an apple for the Grim Reaper in await of him.

Finally you close your eyes to experience euphoria for the first time in the utopia world. Empty, just

black and white, there is not object. You look at the apple to see if he has arrived only to find out it has

your teeth marks.

By Jahnvi Nagu