Shades Of Black

Shades Of Black

The old man sat on the bench in the park,
the balmy spring sun embracing him.

The sublime beauty
of the blue sky,
laced with gold rimmed clouds
sailing serenely;

The arresting beauty
of sun kissed flowers,
each vying to outshine the other
in colour, in brilliance;

The exuberant beauty
of energy packed, boisterous children
playing with a colourful ball,
chasing butterflies, flying kites;

The audacious beauty
of winsome women
sunning themselves on the lawn;

I let it all soak in...
the sights, the colours.
I was at peace with myself
and my creator.

"Isn't it a glorious day?", I asked the old man
with silver hair and dark glasses,
seated next to me.
"Yes, isn't it! I enjoy the spring" he replied,
wobbled up on his feet, smiled
and went his way,
lightly tapping his white stick.

My mind winced.
I closed my eyes
and imagined a world of
shades of black.

~ Krishna ~
18 June 2001

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