Black

By Vikasini. Y

In the heart of darkness, a beacon of light,

Emerges a vision, a celestial sight,

Black, the canvas of the universe's embrace,

Peace, the melody that resonates in space.

No constraints of form, no boundaries to bind,

Free verse unfurls, unburdened, unconfined,

Words dance on the page, a rhythmic parade,

As the poet's pen weaves its intricate braid.

Black, the mystery, the infinite expanse,

Peace, the serenity, the tranquil advance,

In this vast palette of ebony and calm,

The soul finds solace, a soothing psalm.

In black's obsidian shroud, secrets reside,

Peace whispers softly, gentle and wide,

The stars twinkle gleefully, their stories unfold,

In this darkness, a sanctuary, untold.

Black, the color of strength, of resilience and might,

Peace, the refuge that blinds all fright,

Together they mingle, a harmonious blend,

Black-peace, the symbol, on which we depend.

In the absence of light, shadows find reprieve,

A respite from chaos, a moment to believe,

For even in the darkest hour, hope springs,

Black-peace emerges, the light that still sings.

So let our words flow freely, unencumbered by rules,

As we delve into the depths, where truth often fuels,

The spirit of creation, where beauty is found,

In the uncharted territories, where peace is crowned.

For black-peace is not absence, but a presence profound,

A symphony of stillness, where unity is bound,

In the vastness of silence, we find our release,

In black-peace, the harmony that grants us inner peace.

So let the ink flow, let the verses take flight,

In this expanse of darkness, where peace shines bright,

For black-peace is a tapestry, woven with grace,

A testament to the power of love's embrace.

By Vikasini. Y