BLACK
BLACK
“Black”, the more I can explain this word with that I am in love with black ; black dress, black shoes,black necklace & everything. I felt vacuum without the presence of black in my wardrobe.Even I was called terrific & insane for loving black cats too.
Black was something that brought me luck & for everyone it snatches that.Black does harm,black cripples fate, black vanishes peace & black shatters a life.For I always loved exceptions, I loved everything tinged in black.Somehow it brought serene when I used to look at the dark black sky, glittered with stars, it brought the tales of flamboyant & radiant mystery dipped into a black ocean, something that was never backward to sketch the tufts of truth & some unrevealed mystery that sets the celestial stage with flame.
Black never was an unlucky feeling for me, I never observed black as a thing which brings endless insecurities or sobs into our life.It is we who are responsible for our glooms, for our utterly heartfelt wounds & limitless scars we permitted others or anything to do with us.Black only showed the canvas of reality, reality of getting attached with illusion & pretending that they were ours forever. It elevated the actual things & breaking our pride for kissing idols of artificiality.The accuracy of black never got any lack of care or unnoticed by me. Maybe I love it too much for that.I am addicted with its originality because I never loved those surreal golden locks only can enchant mind & trap the mental peace.I never loved the glamorous & elegant red then even when i was in love, even if i felt the intense passion could only be defined with “Red”.I have seen the life more, faced every bit of my hurdles with heart & even my blood said “It’s not red, it’s black! It holds the beauty of dark & thick fluid which only beckons black”.So called taboos are impossible to be banned related with it,black goes on its own way & has its own aroma.It neither symbolizes sins nor supports fraudulence, so ‘Black’ is neutral.
So, next time if you try to throw me a look with full of awkwardness,get your facts straight.I love black & will stick to it.The flow, the power & the bravery it holds are unmatchable & the rarest among all. If all colors come as emerged to defeat black can easily be out-shadowed by blackish fluid.My intoxication for black is never going to fade away.I will always be an arrogant fan of ‘Black’.