You can put any colour on me
whichever you resemble most
red , yellow , green
and I will eat them all like a Sunday lunch .
Yes , I am famished
I am black .
There is a fire in my hue ,
it consumes everything
as all your colours sink into my abyss
to become a part of me
to become black.
Nothing can over write me , my friend
I absorb all mistakes
all wounds , all pain .
sweetly , like the shadow of death
giving back nothing in return .
Except the sense of falling asleep
as you close your eyes to all other colours
allowing me to overwhelm you .
as I spread like a blanket
to cover your naked soul .
Yes , I am the father of time
the father of that prodigal son
who would stop at nothing ,
nothing to run away from me
going on and on .
But let him run , while he is young
for something tells me , he will come back
come back to me and finish his circle
thereby uniting the world’s torn ends
fire and water , land and sky
uniting even the sun and the moon ,
the star-crossed lovers .
he will come back to me , he will
all in a good time .
No one can pierce my heart
not a sword , not a bullet
not even a word
for all are lost
inside my limitless existence
which stretches to the land of beyond.
I am the beginning and end of all revolutions
all are same , in my eyes comrade
I burn all differences
I burn anyone who dares to come in my way
I burn them to my colour
I burn them black .
Yes , I am black
but I have no darkness.
I have always lived with my head held high .
truth , my only friend , stood beside me
shoulder to shoulder
But the world and it’s truths
they shaved his head & tied his hands
and sent him in exile
to an unknown land ,
a land , even I know nothing about .
There is no one I am afraid of
nothing can enslave me
all great victories , all great defeats
dissolve into me .
I am the origin of all
all that ever was , is and will be .
Yet , I have no one to talk to
no one to show that my heart is not black
and is certainly not a void
from which no one ever returns .
Yes , I am black , I am absolute
both in power and in sorrow , absolute
so is white ,
a fugitive from the savage land
where truth is exiled .
Together we both revolt ,
revolt against the world getting
divided like the human heart
slowly , into black and white squares .
some chased us away , some burned our house
often yelling , that our union had given birth to ash ,
the grey area of life .
We smile and retire .
Both aware ,
that in our union
was a war , left undone .
(Poem and photograph)