Colours of Black
Some years ago... When we began to begin, We thought we could fly, And this idea wouldn't die.
So we kept moving, With this strange belief.... "We are together... ...now and ever."
As we moved on, We moved away from white, And slowed down only after... We were surrounded by black.
Lost in the race of time, Started to run... ...through the journey of the past, But got separated.
With peer pressure And shattered mind, Had to dive back, Into the space of black.
With a single thought, That I have to follow my path, I forgot how dark and darker, Were the colours of black.
Kept moving, kept doing, To find things in dark, That's when i started, To see everything in black.
Even today i think we could fly, And still this idea wouldn't die. So I continue my journey, To enjoy the colours of black.
Tribute to a friend...
who is so far away in my mind.
~ Vinesh Athma / 27-11-2006 ~
|