I fell in love with black,Â
It is just like the silenceÂ
It absoluety does nothing,Â
Yet explains everythingÂ
The colour of the dark,Â
Shade of an old bruise that started to markÂ
What my insecurities feed on,Â
How can you not see that my own shadow is haunting me on?Â
I mesmerize with all that looks colorful and wavy,Â
But the truth is that I am black all the timeÂ
The very black which promises me,Â
To stay all the time I needed,Â
It’s where I am when I needed help,Â
It’s where I’ve kept myselfÂ
Â
For now I am the one,Â
Â
The night sky doesn’t always need shining stars to look beautiful outside,Â
But a black dress and any Jewelry makes me smile from insideÂ
To whoever said red is the color of romance,Â
Didn’t understand fashion’s love for blackÂ
There is nothing eternal than words,Â
Black printed words.Â
Prove me then,Â
why they’re destined together?Â
A writer and a pen?Â
A pen and its Ink?Â
The Black INKÂ
Â
World was created from BLACKÂ
World shall Perish into BLACKÂ
BLACK is nothingÂ
But EVERYTHINGÂ
                    By-Hassini. K
Comments