I write in black
over a white paper.

A colour that
absorbs everything
over a colour that
reflects everything.

Do me a favour, will you?

Absorb what I write,
like the colour of this ink.
Reflect on what you read,
like the colour of this paper.

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She had a passion,
for collecting stamps.
Philately.

I wrote her letters.
She only held on
to the stamps.

I've lost all passion
to write to her,
lately.

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I was sent to a special school,
where I wouldn't be taken for a fool.
I read all my books in Braille,
and was never one to fail.

I was pretty, they said.
The world is petty, they said.
I deserve pity, they said.

Black, the only colour
that I've seen.
One of the many colours
that I've known.

I see that one colour,
in it, every colour.
I see the world
for what it is: DARK.

I befriended Black,
for a lifetime together.
It teaches me to absorb,
and yet, stay untouched.

My world, black as the night sky,
lets me fathom constellations.

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If people became
stars after death,
they'd still wage war
against each other.

There'd be bloodshed,
everywhere above.

The blue sky,
would turn purple.

Purple is royal.
A purple sky isn't.

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Dear Mr.Lonely,

One day,
you'll have her.
She'll light up
your life, forever.

Till then,
I'll light up
your evenings,
here, in the café.

Yours brightly,
Lamp on the wall.

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I always paint
on a black canvas.

Like Life.

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These white pages,
spiral-bound.
Quite like my diary,
where I confess.

Confess to myself.
Because I cheat a lot,
on myself. Everyday.

Honesty is a virtue.
Honesty to self,
a responsibility.

I'm flawed.
I make sure,
I'm not guilty.

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I'm like a neatly crafted
paper-rose, out in the open,
trying my best to look real.

Neither could I deceive the bees,
nor the butterflies.

The world watered me,
hoping I'd blossom.
Turns out, I could
deceive the world.
Only to soak,
and then, fade.

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It's snowing here today.
Reminded me of you.
A wide expanse of white,
a merry vibe about it,
cold, stings,
like a frost bite.

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I was a deep blue,
like the wide sky,
on a clear morning.
Calm, and mellow.

You were a bright yellow,
like those sunflowers,
hitting on the hot sun.
Fresh, and flirty.

Together,
we'd be a lush green,
like those pastures,
on the river banks.
Fiesty, and lively.

Too bad,
you fell for his riches,
royal like purple.
Both of you,
make a dark brown,
like those fallen timbers.
Dead, and dreary.

Would you have
given me a chance,
if I were Royal Blue?

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