Black Boundaries1 min 45 1 min 45
Someone drew out thick black boundaries
Claiming that the boundaries drew themselves
It was the black magic
Of her intellect, or her physique or
Her creativity- they said.
The fencing with golden slivers
And a golden gate, which she was told
Would open if it was beckoned by deserving.
But that's too much to believe of
The girl who lets rainbows
Dance in the solidity of each color.
Rainbows can't gallivant in black light,
They quivered, shivered and crept away.
And she saw only too clearly, the bold
Strokes of black that confined her
Her eyes were black
She reckoned something
Within her was the artist of black.
Voices eager and shallow reiterated
Her first instinct.
But they were only
Wise and caring to her then.
Drawn in self-imposed boundaries
Which appeared self-sure, confident
To the one who had actually so been.
She bore the pain with patience and
Toyed with the space she had, while,
All that in her heart and mind,
Which could have driven away
A black-artist, had there been one,
Gradually began to flow out-
Coloring the black; it appeared to her
That she had become worthy
Again, fit again; while the truth
Remained, that something had told
Her to see the multi-color only
Now, which it had always been.