The black river
or the black nature
or the black soul
are mine
yet, I glance and glide
across those parts; of mine
The black talks
or the black aura
or the black eyes
are mine
yet, I glance and glide
forgetting if I hurt
The black sky
then collides in me
The black soil
then uproots me
The black noises which I make
are never heard
But I do not forget
to glance and glide
and travel on the
black side; of mine
For one day
The black side; just might
meet the white
The take on the photo is cool. The poem is a wonderful parable on a person's soul journey. Thanks
ReplyDeleteI was a little tensed after reading what I wrote, but I posted it anyway. But am soo happy that you liked it! Thank you! :)
DeleteI am only hopeful they meet soon! It was a wonderfully thought post that was coupled with the magic of words.
ReplyDeleteI hope so too :D more colors might just follow.
Deletethank you so much!
i am so in love with you....
ReplyDeletewow! its my honor! really :)
DeleteThis is a different take on the picture ... I love this!
ReplyDeleteThank you di :) I have also never written something like this before.
DeleteI really like this. I like the portrayal of the dichotomy within us all. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteyes and they run simultaneously :) thank you for commenting.
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