Black
Dreamed a dream
Not in White and Black.
Ain't technicolour either,
'Twas a Black within Black
A New Meridian in Create,
Subterranean, Visionless,
A mind of Black,
The Light of Day did Rape.
My corroded heart did sing
Them Black Sonnets
And my Soul become half-part
Of those Tenebrous Tenets
Black, is the color of nothing
Black, is the colour of everything
Black, is what the universe is
Black, is what pure is
Black, is her who blazed life in a void so sour
Black, is her who shimmered away into colour.
6 comments:
I wrote a poem with the same title, on similar lines long time back...shall send it to you..
'black is the colour of nothing
black is the colour of everything....'
I second that...
needless to say, well written..
ANd, black is the colour of ummm... damn. been drained of every bit of poetry, I have.
yeah. black's the colour of rock.
Black is the peace of sleep, black is where the nightmares leap, Black is everything I reap,
Black is what in our lives seeps,
Black is what we always keep
Black is the begginning and the end...Loved both the paras. :) When I read some of your poems, I feel all of us write while u r gifted.
black absorbs it all...
thats what makes it what philos and poets both try deconstructing...
Black is the eternity
stretching beyond life
black is the reality
minus the illusion of light
the blinding lights do enchant
oft one does forget
the colour of genesis, of prognosis
But every now and then
you see it in flashes
as the void...deep within
black is beauty
black is in the eyes of the seer
black changes into color
at fast as the clouds in air
loved the 'dreamed a dream'...!!!
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