Tag: black

Black and Blue — Allegory

It was a blend of black and blue

came it with a dark hue

it looked pretty serene

a colour with a tinge of green

I was taken to the combination

could be not a distraction

a pleasant sense of modesty

could hold a strain of royalty

as blue goes with the imperial

it was nice and real

well, others felt it was too dark

does not suit those who are dark

the majority wins as always

I have to nod my head as always

acceptance has never been an issue

it is perhaps in my nerves and tissue

I would protest in the stage initial

finally, go with the loudest decibel

this could be the way out

not always, I concur throughout

at times I throw and walk away

I had been the loser any way

the colours black and blue

have brought my attitude true

Tags black, blue, Poem

Discrimination Poetry

Not The Colour.

The colour white has a pride

while black is a deride

this be found in the race

the whites have the prominent place

the blacks are shown the back seat

with that the whites are upbeat

with a thought they are superior

walk with their eyes on the sky

never do they bend even try

cast a scorn on other colours

includes yellow, brown together

they condemn the black

and keep them out of track

snort at the other coloured

in a sort of a vision blurred

refuse to see the reality

with a high-handedness in totality

that be their rule and reason always

mostly they degrade others in every way.

I expect a tirade against me in a short while

as my friends would not approve my style

not that of the writing as it is obviously correct

but that of my thoughts in a direct.

Tags black, Poem, white, yellow

thoughts

The squirrels cross my mind often
do also accost me direct
the one I found in Canada
like a big fat hen
looked so robust and strong
both in black and red tone
busy going up and down
gnawing nuts on the way.

The squirrels I see In India
look small and cute
light brown, could I say a mix
of grey and brown in a fix
with prominent stripes on the body
running all over in a mood gay
gnawing fruits on the way.

The stripes I see is peculiar
hold a story strange
attached to a mythology
tagged to the epic Ramayana
where Lord Rama touched the tiny one
the stripes appeared in a sudden
the Lord expressed his gratitude
as the squirrel helped him to win Ravana.

The epic highlights the theme
the smallest one could also render help
a significant illustration of love
a possible interpretation in the course
a symbolic representation of the values
and a point out that small is truly great
the stripes illustrate the theme of beatitude
along with the highest gratitude

Tags black, Poem, red. stripes India, robust, squirrel, Strong

coherence. intervention Poetry

The Colours Play

A grocer has colours too
a greengrocer is one
so do the smiths
the blacksmith
and the goldsmith
goes on colours in names too
there are Whites, Blacks
and Greens, Violet
and Rose in a pictorial hue
no semblance to the people
no connection to their names
the colours go into the stream
seamless is their intervention
subtle is their connotation
lovely they are in an apparent jurisdiction.

Tags black, colours, Gold, green, Poem

juxtaposed Life Poetry travel

The Crow On A Cow

The crow sat on a cow happily
as the white animal walked lazily
the bird black cawed feverishly
the cow sauntered with no aim
the crow went with it all the same
the one silent and flabby
the other noisy and skinny
a contrast visible all through
the black and white being of colour
the small and big of appearance
with an addition of other qualities
the soft alternated with loud
the nobility juxtaposed with treachery
the likely opposed to the unlikely
the enamoured compared with the endangered
both travelling together in a style
that of being one upon another in a move
Well, that be life in all aspects
might sound good or bad in all respects.

Tags black, cow, Crow, nobility, Poem, white.treachery

thoughts

The Black Squirrel

A squirrel in the garden

black and robust

runs up and down

seems in a hurry

up it goes in a speed

perches itself high

gnaws the berries as fast

as much as it could

descends down in a scurry

with the nuts in hand

rushes to the flower beds

digs a hole in a second

buries the nuts in it

closes the burrow in no time

perhaps it is its bank

might be an investment

as in the economics

might be a storage

be that of in ordinary

it is its vault for the winter

a lovely way to keep going

Well! a little squirrel also knows

the benefits of saving too!

Tags berries, black, gnaw, squirrei, Winter

thoughts

The Street Walk

Into the streets I walk
find I there no stalk
let alone the vegetation
there is much pollution
there I find no greenery
Only they look very dreary
soot and black fog all around
congestion and crowd in the round
noise steers across in loud
the din causes a strange bound
there is activity commercial
transactions go ahead in official
the street walk is no more pleasant
there is no fun and at times not decent.

Tags black, fog, street, walk

thoughts

All In A Pack.

It was a few years back
we were going in a pack
up on a mountain which was black
there seemed to be cracks
as fissures were seen in the rack
that made efforts difficult to track
we strolled over there in a slack
munching the hot snack
staying there for an hour with a hack
hoping to get through the stack
but could not push through with knack
so got down the hill intact
abandoning the try with exact.

Tags black, mountain., pack, Poem

thoughts

The Kaleidoscope.

With the colours getting into the thoughts

qualifying the emotions as taught

with white denoting purity

and a kindness that emulates directly

goes the black that brings in a morbidity

well black also has another quality

with black clouds flaunting rain

comes in blue without much strain

where the sky encompasses a bluish hue

along with the extensive sea to take the cue

followed by the beautiful rose

that denotes the Queen of flowers in a source

representing cheerfulness and spirit kindred

last comes the bright radiant red

extolling the brightness with an alert

indicating a danger lying in front

pursuing the bloody trials in a row

with a burning in an embittering grow

The colours get into our lifestyle

creating an interesting file

making over with a golden hue

reclining in an enchantment true.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

Tags black, blue, Poem, Red, Rose, white

thoughts

The Black Cat

A black cat was roaming around
it was black,as black as coal
No strain of another colour in a bound
nor any lighter kind of darkness on role.

Being black it was not slack.
it was daring and brave
and moved around with a knack
that it posed a confrontation grave.

This black cat came into my garden
squeezing through the gatethe day before.
I keep food for birds every now and then
only that much sufficient for the birdie’s repose.

In one bite the cat gobbled the food
walking past my yard in great stride
found out the food was for its brood
not to the birds anymore as they hide.

Blackie, nicknamed so, became a rowdy
as days passed by he proposed a terror
snarling and showing his teeth like a bawdy
making the children around cry in horror.

The cat which came leisurely into my yard
now threatens me out of the house
if I be kind and act tard
he would drive me out to find another house.