Black

                                                                                                                        2014 image,Goa

Creativity breathes in the dark where black is the given colour for creation.

Shades of different colours reveal themselves with a little mix of black. In a game of chess, black takes a back seat always and white makes the first move with some advantage. I often wonder why? Black is equally important as white.

Black is mysterious and I love mysteries.  When the black veil of mystery is lifted, light fills the space.

 Black is graceful.

Black is powerful.

 Black is overwhelming.

Black is beautiful, it makes me dream.

Give me a black canson sheet of the night sky to let my fluorescent imagination come alive before it sleeps forever. I wish to create a little light in my space on a cloudy night. The whole day has passed with just a thought of the shining silver lining. Excruciating pain in the dark comes up to be settled when sight of the moon gives relief.

Black charcoal sticks to sketch the beauty of those kohled eyes that got smilingly smudged in wait of the sunlight. I wish to sketch the pain they reflect in thin lines of washed mascara and the joys in the drops of pearls as they rest on the cheeks.

Give me a little black ink for my dry quill to highlight the unfathomable depth of the scars and make it bold. Bold enough to fight with the scaled snakes of fear and judgements, righteousness and control that hold their grip tight and refuse to leave. They shall find their way out through the quill.

A black frame to cherish the happy sunshine smiles full of gratitude for yet another blessed day while facing the thunder storms and celebrating life. It would give the strength to survive.

Black olives as a symbol of peace and wisdom that brings along happiness, purity and harmony.
 Black! it’s deliciously beautiful! It's time to celebrate the shades of life!

~~payal~~

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