Black

Black isn't a colour.

It is a sodden amalgamation of the other intensities.

Those, which after being ricocheted off, gets trapped in its proximity.

Thereby rendering black, a convoluted tinge.

At times one's demeanor appears quite incongruous.

When one's emotional connectivity doesn't resonate with those in the domain,

One creates a chamber apparent to oneself but oblivious to others.

People don't hold on long enough for the synergies to develop.

Black appears as a deterrent to them.

For, they are in an incessant quest for influx.

Black is a dimension of one's character.

Nothing can rob this hue of its intimacy.

It lets an incandescent recoil of emotions contrary to one's semblance.