The Night

November is setting in. Winter is advancing forward taking away all the warmth of summer. With it's advancement the nights are also moving fast to end the day. But I like to wonder if the reason behind the nights moving too fast is because it too wants the winter to move on fast and disappear, completing the course of nature. And every year it is the same process. The night pushes and struggles with winter although it cannot alter the or even move the gigantic mass of winter which is moving in a deathly pace at its own accord. In spite this night never grows weary. It struggles and fails every year although it never gives up. 

How many times have I become the night that tries to push winter away?
How many times have I tried to become what I never was?
How many times have I tried forgetting the past instead of embracing it?
I do not have a count like the night which has no inkling of how many times it has failed and has risen again. 

I can only conclude that I am but an idiot who does not have a slightest hint of what she is doing but advances forward. Although it is said that only the passionate wait forever and spent one's entire life yearning to touch the sky one can never reach. Surely, the night too is passionate. A passionate idiot who years to touch the sky. 

I am the Night. 

Photo Credit: Manish Amatya Sir