Black

Black is the colour of my fountain pen’s ink,

With my thoughts and the drive, in it I sink,

Like a bonded slave, no place to go,

Endlessly write, not ponder, not think.

Black is the colour of Kohl in my eyes,

Leavens my face, makes me look wise,

So when you look at me once, you might wanna look twice,

See Happy endings, forget the cries.

Black is the colour of night in my day,

When I rise to stardom, live up to stay,

Careless commotions in my mind, don’t replay,

I'm Lost in the silence, till my body betrays….

Black is the colour you’ll see all around me,

‘cos that is the colour, I’ve grown up to be,

Apparently dead but born to BE free,

Intense, passionate—an unsung melody….