Death’s Knoll

The eyes are closed, wishing
For the moments to be filled

With silence and peace, unknown
To the devil that resides within.

The fists clasp, strands
Of hope in the heavy darkness

Wishing and willing dreams
Into reality, beyond the empty stares

For death’s hand does
He often seek.

Temple heights, polished pews,
Softened sandstone of modern mosques

All created and recreated
With million imprints of galloping minds

Stand in subdued silence
Counting quarters

With the face of Hope
Engraved; for the moment

Of forced exit, cosmic churning and cleansing
Shall but see the dawn.

What!!!!!!!!!!

Black...thats the color i dislike the most.Black cars,black dresses,black...anything..they were just objects which conveyed a sense of death,despair,of loss of hope and of unfinished things. This must suggest that i possibly like light colors;maybe pink.Haha..well i do own a few garments which are pink and i love to wear them to social gatherings pretty much aware that it was just ruining prospects of ending the dry phase of being single.Hmm...Still i wear pink.

It was a Saturday evening.I had been invited to one of the freshers party that are planned at the beginning of the academic year.Hmm..another chance to get to know more people.It helps to keep floating around in the space called humanity for no less reason than not to feel lonely.So i agreed to accompany my friend to the party.To my suprise i got to meet some people i already knew and it was not tough to coalesce with the gathering.Then all of a sudden i spotted a flower..fresh,radiant;i cannot find the right words to describe her.And she was dressed in BLACK!!Did that make me not appreciate the beauty that i was being assaulted with;heck ..no.