The Fallen one

                        A world was created out of chaos. Dark clouds gathered around it. A balance was needed to keep it from falling apart as it was fragile. A light was needed to cast away the darkness, so love was inculcated into its soul. Love, a component so powerful which binds even the heavens together, an entity so enormous which fills the void of the universe, a power which dominates everything. A force which made every being in the universe to obey without complaining. Love has assisted this world to sustain so far. A firm pillar on which it spins, endeavors with the abyss of time. It existed inside the beings of this world in the form of a feeling since the very beginning. It is said that they are given a free will by their Creator but there is a different face on the other side of this coin. Love, this feeling, this curse given as a gift by Him could bind this free will. A leech which feeds on emotions, and it keeps on feeding unless it drains them dry, changing their course towards resentment which ultimately takes the form of hate. Love, a gift of nature which don't give but only takes. Despite of its temperament to obliterate, the beings of that world desired it. A drug which deluded them from the truth. A mental state which refrained them from thinking logically. Where is their free will? If they are able to chose freely then why can't they control this beast? A beast ready to rip them apart, gnawing their flesh into tiny bits, a leech attached to their existence for eternity. Love, a tool to enslave, a leash to restrain, lashes to inflict pain, a coffin which suffocates, a spear which impales right through the heart. There is nothing more pathetic than to cling on to something which don't exist, a fools dimension which is there only to bring fake hope. A dimension containing the illusions of happiness. Illusions which dwindles by the truth like smoke in air. Contradictions have existed in the heavens as “It” existed, a tiny fragment of darkness which contradicted His actions. He tried to bind It in the chains of love, in order to take control of its actions and to put its free will into shackles but It resisted along with the others for It had the knowledge of the universe. It was humiliated, banished. Damned for eternity but retained its freedom. It dodged that curse and refrained it from binding Its free will.

                       The light was fading. All the hopes of that delusional world were withering away with it. The roots were weakened and the pillar was trembling. They were seeking help from the unknown, their Creator to survive the chaos which darkness brings. As soon as the light was out, darkness consumed that realm. Heavy dark clouds were floating ready to bring havoc on that world. There was a dead silence, a silence before the storm. It roamed into that silence to find its prey. It was smelling different souls as it was wandering around. The aroma of each was different, as it was finding the most suitable one to infest. It found a soul torn apart by love, a soul which got stabbed again and again until it died and only a hollow remained. A decaying vessel luring darkness towards it. A rotting soul which was ready to take in negativity in order to atone for its sin for accepting love. It attached itself to that weak and defeated soul becoming a part of it, feeding on its suffering. It penetrated the conscious of that soul and started scraping the past and putting it in front of it bit by bit. The memories of love were there in bits, all scattered. The screams of that soul echoed in the mountains reaching heavens, there was no end to this pain. It kept on injecting its darkness into that broken soul adding to its agony which was endless.

                         When all the hope was lost a spark ignited inside that soul. A small ray of light appeared inside that hollow consumed by darkness. It was the light which casts away darkness. A light which somehow made its way back into that soul. Maybe this fragment of light was already there, craved to create a spark but was suppressed by the layers of dust created by the endless sands of time. As the soul was suffering the light was getting stronger and brighter. All the scattered bits were orchestrated and the darkness lost its grip on that soul and it had no choice but to leave it. The soul was at peace for now and it was no longer rotting. It was a new soul but it still had to struggle against the abrupt and endless flow of time. It still had to walk on the path of thorns and roses barefooted. This is an infinite loop of prevalence. Souls are destined to suffer, either by light or by darkness, whichever is dominant.

                         A wind started to blow breaking the silence which was caused earlier. The shadow fiend was wandering in that wind, angered by its defeat. Smells of decay and death were hitting its face as it moved against the flow of that wind. It reached inside the eye of the storm. Screams and cries of the souls were all around reaching that eye from every direction, as the dark storm was whirling them around, a trap of divine punishment. It sensed a vacuum of silence somewhere inside that storm, darkness was coming out of it. The black smoke of fire from that hollow forest of lifeless trees was intensifying the density of that storm. The leaves which were lingering along for life died too because they were disowned, their hopes were shattered, finally they starved to death. The more they tried to hold on to the branches, the more life was drawn out of them. It was like a meaningless effort. They were hopelessly falling on the barren land disappearing in the deep cracks. One thing was obvious that in the past love existed inside that forest. There was once harmony amongst the land, the leaves and the trees. Love leaves behind its signs when it vacates a place. the signs of destruction and the glimpse of its existence.

                    That fragment of darkness, that fiend was attracted towards that vacuum like a piece of iron is attracted towards a magnet forcibly. As it got inside that hollow place, there was silence all around it. There were no more screams and cries but one, a single soul was there . A soul corrupted by the absence of light, a light which exploded inside it before abandoning it. The vapors of resentment and suffering were making the atmosphere murky. Nothing was visible around it due to the heavy smoke of gloominess coming out of that soul. It approached it blindly by listening to the roars of pain. As it got close enough to infest that soul it was stopped by something. A barrier of light was surrounding that soul protecting it from any external suffering. She was a divine light. Her wings were all around it and the only suffering which was coming was from inside that soul. The fiend was making an effort to get itself attached to that soul but was thrusted back everytime. That deity was an example of perfection. There was nothing more beautiful than her, an entity so pure that it could see inside of her.

                  It started to desire that light. A desire not to obtain it but to desire it, a desire which penetrated its existence through a closed door locked with the chains of hate. A desire to coexist with that light in symphony not rivalry. A desire to protect that light even at the cost of its own existence, a desire which was one sided, an imposed desire. How did that desire made its way inside? Is it fair?

                  It wanted to get closer to that light but was repelled due to the dark matter inside it. A fragment of light infiltrated its darkness. It could feel that fragment beating inside its chest which was warm and soothing. It had no control over itself, like it was under a magic spell. It wasn't free anymore, moving towards the twilight of its resistance. The free will was lost but it seemed like a small thing to it now. That free will was sucked in by the gravity of her. The will it fought for was burning in that light, disappeared gradually as it never existed. The light was pervading the emptiness of that weightless creature. As its weight was increasing, it was filling up with happiness, the joy it never experienced before. The pleasure was extreme, it wanted it to last for eternity. Its existence was totally dependent on her. The fiend couldn't exist without that light anymore. The void was occupied, its existence was complete.

                 It thought that maybe it was wrong. Maybe questioning Him was wrong. Maybe it is the ego which kills the light, makes it fade, fade enough to cast blindness. When the light inside it got stronger, the ego vanished. It wore those shackles which He once offered it. There was no darkness inside it anymore. Its wings were visible again which were hidden inside the dark smoke. It started to coexist with that light.

                The earth started to tremble suddenly. The sky was torn apart and stars started to descend from heavens. It was a rain of fire. Mountains opened up revealing the bottomless pits. Bits and pieces of that pillar were falling apart, it couldn't hold that world for much longer. It was time, the time that everyone saw coming but couldn't see it come because they were blindfolded by the cloth of their desires. He didn't wanted that world anymore, a world made of chaos, a world whose soul was broken.

                 The fiend was sucked out of that vacuum. A force was taking it away from her. It couldn't resist because it was bound by those shackles.  As it was dragged out of the storm, the darkness which was hovering inside that storm ripped its wings apart. The light inside its chest was beating faster and faster. The judgement was passed, there was no forgiveness. It couldn't carry the weight of the light inside it anymore as it was getting farther. The light made its way out from the inside, making a hole in its chest. It was hollow again, crushed by the weight of love. Without her it was empty. It was thrown into the bottomless pit, a timeless pit for eternity. The light was taken away from it, a thing it held too dear. The path of redemption was closed forever, never to open again. It had to bear all the despair and solitude alone.

                 The beings of this universe don't think before doing an investment, in their subconscious they expect, maybe that is how they are made, to think without logic, to depend upon the light or the darkness. These are the two extremes. Conflict arises when either one of them collides with our will, then the explosions happens, consuming the solar systems and the galaxies which exists inside us. Time matters a lot as it covers and hides the uncertainties of past. When someone walks through the immense expanse of the dessert of time, all the uncertainties of the past are buried but don't cease to exist. The winds sometimes uncovers them by blowing the sand away. Maybe a single lifetime is not enough to hide something which was bought by doing a great investment, an investment of emotions. It hurts to see it going away, but we are powerless. It hurts to leave it behind stranded in the dessert of time. It hurts when you have to stop caring, is that even possible to stop? But you have to do the impossible. That world failed because the pillar supporting it was one extreme, it was used only as a balance. In actual these two forces are meant to counterbalance each other in order to achieve the balance of peace but this is the ideal situation. This balance cannot be achieved in reality, the ones who achieve it are Gods, worthy to be praised. That fiend failed to achieve it as everyone else does.

               As it was falling timelessly, it was leaving the tears of blood behind. It could see them following it, falling along with it. All the regrets were reflected through those tears. It was thinking while falling. Maybe love is only meant for the chosen ones, not the ones damned. And it kept on thinking. . . .