Black Kohl.


Her eyes black kohl laden,
She dreamt but her dreams were black.
She tried to wipe the soot away,
But it stuck there, there in the deep black shack.

She didn’t know how to wipe the colour,
She didn’t know how to keep it,
She knew it had to go but,
The black too dense and bleak-ed.

Next day she did not apply the black,
She put some brown instead.
Surprising as this was,
At day ending, it turned black and dead.

She tried to understand the significance of this black,
A black blacker than black it was.
When finally she understood it (or so she thought),
The purpose of the black was to make the other colours SHOW.

-Stuti

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the black rain!


She wore a black dress and a black mascara that day,

And applied a heavy layer of jet black kohl.

She wanted to hide her pain behind a colour that day,

and give some relief to her soul.

She happily stepped out then in her high black heels,

She looked nice and pretty today, her smile better than she herself and whole.

She wished everybody on the way that day,

and felt happy when she heard a little girl on the road squeal.

And then as if to give her company, the sky suddenly turned dark and black,

It very suddenly started thundering and raining, it suddenly became sad.

She had nowhere to run to and protect her from this downpour,

So she looked up and closed her eyes, and let her soul drown,

So in the heavy rain, the merciless pain just started showing itself,

For her pain the black could hide, but the rain chose to wash and be shown.

With the water, the black trickled down,

And in the end there was left behind, only a pain and a rather merciless FROWN.

-Stuti