I’ve been trying it for a week now
Every time I sit down to write a post
It feels forced
And it doesn’t stop at that
The first words popping out of my head
Tend to be dark, deep and drear
But that’s only when the words are still there locked up in the top drawer
The moment I articulate it
The dark streak mysteriously vanishes
I read it and re-read it
It doesn’t feel me anymore
What’s in a blog without black drama?
It’s as if lightning’s coming on in a dark sky, tearing up the murky clouds and...
Whoa! There’s a dramatic shift from the monochromatic existence I had been living to a full colour spectrum.
But it’s not rad.
Black is severe. Black is deep. Black is inspiring.
There’s a certain richness in black.
A comfort I can wrap myself in.
I love the feeling that there’s a thick, impenetrable layer
Between me and you
Where’s my black shawl?
posted by J @ 5:19 pm
Comments: 7
7 Comments:
Black is nothing but the absence of colour. It is a colour that does not exist.
mysteriously black!... too good...
when did I ever say black is a colour?
Hmm... it does happen at times... you write something, and then you feel that your own imprint is somehow missing from the post.
black is extreme..shades od grey is beautiful...nothing is black or white...its always the shades of grey...black is absolute...shades of greay is infinite...:)
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.
no mails from u?why so?
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