Dark and Bright

Oh the darkness. The nemesis of all that is so hypocritically 'good'. Those who make a living through the day are veritably Angels and those who make a living through night are called .... Demons?? No... Prostitutes. (What?!) Now dont frown at this comparison. There are no Demons that I have seen. (Angels?) but there is one Angelina Jolie whose name sounds like one. (Stupid!) As if I was really writing this blog to sound intellectual. Huh!

Back to the prostitutes (oops), I mean darkness. Darkness is the only truth. Havent you seen the stars on a clear moonless night? Their very desperate twinkling tells you how jealous they are of all that darkness that engulfs them. Still, we are in love with the stars and not the darkness: Twinkle twinkle little star...? Huh! "Twinky winky little useless star, have you wondered what you are? Up above in the dark sky, waiting slowly to burn and die". A scientifically correct nursery rhyme, isnt it Mr. Stephen Hawkings? Now dont start on the Black Holes as I am already halfway through my blog and do not want it to be like your most popular unread book of all times, A Brief History of Time; Everybody praises it but nobody has read it completely yet!

Black cats. Now they are the most beautiful of creatures but somehow Doe took away all the analogies to beauty and beautiful eyes. C'mon! Have you visited a zoo? These Deer and Does stink and bore. In the jungle they run around for nothing and get caught by Lions and Tigers and get eaten up. Happy Beautiful end! Black cats, well they slither (like another of their beautiful counterparts, Black Cobras) and their, eyes, they shine in the night like rubies and their teeth, when they bare them even Julia Roberts seems like a stupid smiling Doe.

Owls. The uncrowned beauties of the night. Why no Wordsworth worth his ilk ever wrote a poem on them seeing them fly past flapping their noiseless wings and rendering that sleep invoking hoot that no nightingale worth its stupid neck could blurt? ( Perhaps he was selling Daffodils or paying up Lucy Gray for all that solitude!)
I dont feel like writing any further....

"This is a bad bright world. This brightness blinds all that is Dark and bad. Lucky are the blind who can't see nothing but Black!”