Why Not Black ?

Mind peeping out 
Of colourful world 
Wondering each Stygian 
All living miserable 
All non living inky
Made me realize 
The depth of black. 

Beautify the beauty 
The truth is black
Heart filled 
Not red but black 
Pours gemstone emotions 
Valueable that's black. 

Night so exotic 
With white glow in it
White glow in nature 
Not consistent 
A strong point to 
Hold black that is permanent. 

Everyone knows but
How many cherish 
The black that makes
Precious diamond 
Many knows black 
As an impure mark
But how many recognise 
That black that pure. 

Red wins love and company
But always-  a question to dwell
Black wins ill  omens
Like black cats 
Always - a statement 
Alone but not alone 
Carrying a black
A shadow on my back. 

Future bright to see
When learnt from past
That was deadly dark
Life starts with a darkness 
Death comes with a darkness. 

Vibrant is fantasy 
Made me think why black ? 
Holding a strong contrast 
Black is reality 
Here, I think why not black? 
'Cause  black is painful 
Black is peaceful. 
                                         --Sujitha

Comments

  1. LakshaApril 18, 2020 at 7:02 AM

    Fantastic ....👍I loved it...😍

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  2. PinkyApril 18, 2020 at 7:12 AM

    Wow 🥰 thank you suji really unfadable colour black is always black no more changes can be made love you 😘

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  3. RITIKA PARIDAApril 18, 2020 at 8:05 AM

    🖤🖤

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  4. UnknownApril 18, 2020 at 9:19 AM

    No words to say da... Osm💯🤩

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  5. UnknownApril 18, 2020 at 6:08 PM

    Superb buddy , mind blowing 👌👌👌👌

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  6. MokshiApril 18, 2020 at 6:16 PM

    Nice one yrr

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  7. UnknownApril 18, 2020 at 9:18 PM

    Nice ma ..super . Me too the fan of black. I really enjoy the line. Keep going

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  8. UnknownApril 19, 2020 at 12:09 AM

    Nice dear I also love black da

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  9. An Inquisitive bloggerApril 19, 2020 at 1:21 AM

    'Life starts with a black death comes with the darkness ' true lines. I loved it. Keep going👍✌

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  10. AalishaApril 19, 2020 at 10:01 PM

    nice dear

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