The stars in the moonless night often watch him lie down on cold stones but they keep quiet. They have seen him for so long now and whenever he looks up at them with his deep ice blue pools , they reflect in them , mirroring their light , in the hope that maybe someday this nocturnal dark knight will know what it feels to feel light spill into his cold veins . But alas! He closes his eyes because the starlight blinds him . Why not. He has long forgotten what it feels like to look at a star and make a wish.
The moon has long stopped wishing that this phantom figure that graces the dark lonely pathways would think of dreams whenever he looks at it. The moon doesn't look at him anymore – it just listens to his long palls of silence when he often stands at the windows of his lonely castle at the cliff and stares at the moon , often imagining the crescent moon to be the ear of his angel who cares to listen to his gloom and still not tell him that his silences are killing.
The morning sun lights up his angelic face and the ice-blues melt into lakes of blue glitter but the glitter never runs down to his pursed mouth. The birds chirp, the world glows , the people smile – yet he never smiles back. He walks through the flower fields and the lush green carpets sprinkled with powder pinks and crimson reds – but those colours never touch his pale flawless skin. How will they? All his colours dissolved into nothingness when his heart stopped beating.
Now, as the winds whisper comfort in his ears and engulf him in embraces that he cannot see, he walks a lonely road. An endless dark road to the end of this world and maybe beyond – looking for a dark , obscure corner for himself where he will be forgotten by not just the world but himself as well…..
They say he had asked for a 'fairylight' once so that he could grope his way through the dark and destiny shook her head. He would never need a fairylight to guide him through the dark ,she said , because he himself is one.
- - An ode to Abhay Raichand.
P.S- Amrit, ( jz4amrit) you had PMed me to portray Abhay's feelings in a post and what he goes through , so here it is in the form of a prose piece. I hope its somewhere close to Abhay because yours and mine interpretation of the vampire maybe diametrically different.
Love and luck always,❤️
GOD bless everyone.🤗
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