The Secret

THE SECRET

In the darkest of the dark, I saw the same torch I left,

Unmoved, still giving out the same light;

But there was another standing near it,

Basking in its warmth;

I went on claiming it, only to be stopped,

He said it was his, not knowing I kept it there,

Argued that he found it first,

While I went out to quench my thirst;

I gestured and smiled, to make him look at the torch again,

All this time the torch crackled,

While animals from deepest' roared and cackled;

My name was clearly etched in plain,

I was gonna fight for it, whether I lose or gain;

Though I felt like I was the one who abandoned,

True love or hate will never leave you stranded;

Whatever I promised to it would never be wrong,

Though I went far far away, in my heart, I still heard its song;

It was the only one, that kept me going for so long,

Gave me hope, love and faith to be strong;

It was such, that its glow gave me vision,

Even through the darkest path, it held me from making a misprision;

It was the light of my life,

Without which everything would be obscured,

I needed it for my psyche to stay calm and remain cured;

How can he claim at the first turn,

Something that he had just found, as his?!

Of course I was seeing him for the first time ever,

Because of his intentions, I'd again want to see him never;

Was he a traveller too?

Or just someone who needed some light?

Did he really need it or was he sent by the darkness,

Just to stop my stride?

He was claiming my pride, my brilliant flame,

From which no darkness can ever hide;

As he inched closer towards which was mine,

The flame got bright,

Was it giving in or was it giving a fight?

Slowly and slowly, he started to yell,

Out of agony or happiness I couldn't tell;

I drew my sword and was ready as well,

The moment he touched it, the flame consumed him like hell;

I was shocked myself, it was destroying his shell,

Then I witnessed, he wasn't a man!!

He was a fragment of darkness, sent,

To end my span;

Every bit of his skin turned into ember,

And as ashes he fell on the ground, I remember;

As they say, true love never leaves you;

Like a cancer or a fond addiction,

Like a scar or the memory of a perfect depiction;

Like the experience of the best and the worst,

It'll always be there for you to put your trust,

No matter how far you go, no matter how deep you fall;

The beacon of love keeps burning for you to see,

From the depths of hell to the heights of heaven;

It waits and waits and waits for the one,

Though circled by hundreds of ravens;

It is the weapon of the mind,

That can turn demigods into slaves,

And the tiniest, as mighty as the waves;

It is the only weapon that can destroy evil,

The only truce to rescue us from any upheaval,

So choose your beacon wisely,

For its a power that could make you a God,

Or a puppet of the darkness that turns you into a façade.

                                        

                               -ARUN KRISHNA G