Black

Black, kicking at blank walls;
The security this darkness brings.
Eyes shut, fists clenched,
Absorbed in a void.
The hapless held in a stranglehold;
The chord playing the noose.
A wasted labor;
Stillborn.
The agony of the realization,
The mother’s ineffable pain.

Black, devouring every color,
Staining all happiness,
Draining every tear drop.
And yet unharmed and spotless.

Black, the world to the blind.
Draped in constant darkness,
Denied every color, every act;
Never to be tormented by any beauty;
Wrongly divested from sight.
Forsaken by light and hope alike.

Black, is her eyes, like
Drowning in an ocean at turmoil;
Caged by its elusiveness;
Her words that beat comprehension
Yet a tranquility fills this vacuum.
The consolation of its mere presence.

Black is the night sky,
Specked with white dust,
Glimmering bravely from infinity,
Throwing a blanket over mortals.
Like a silent symphony that
Erases all thoughts,
Transcends the emaciated mind,
To a land of make-believe;
Repose from the nightmares of day.
                                                                      -Dipanjan Saha