Diversities in Black

Like the dead of night.
Like the womb before light.
Glistening tresses and
Ravens in flight.

The nyctophiliac’s black
The mourner’s black
Black in the seeds to
The victorious black.

Black that festers fear
Black that draws near
Squinting black eyes
Black ripples that are clear.

The expensive blacks
The pauper’s blacks
And those bruised bruised blacks.

A black for the stars
A black for the wars

Of hermeneutics and origins,
What shall we call this black –
One of love?
One of hate?
But black is black,
And all these blacks
Are as majestic
As raw
As the black black universe.

– Meera