Black Musings

Some people like to splatter color everywhere, especially the bright ones; marigolds, jasmines, chrysanthemums, bougainvilleas, sunflowers, and flame of the forests… you name it.

Reds, yellows, pinks and sky blues scream out at you, assaulting your retina with their rainbow brightness. Others prefer colors that embody the evasive and hidden. The ‘emptied’ ones, void of everything else except the pervading mood. To be more precise, the dark colors. The grays, deep greens, maroons and blacks.

Unfortunately dark colors do not have a good track record historically and culturally. Psychologically too, I’m sure. So much stigma and negative emotions have come to be attached to them.

To me there are no other colors to be loved. They are more solid in contrast to bright colors which seem superfluous and lack depth. I feel I can hold a dark color and mould it to my liking. But with a bright color, it would sidle out of my hands. And being clumsy I would twist and tumble here and there in my attempt to catch it only to end up making a fool of myself. Where bright colors reveal flaws dark ones obfuscate them.

Yellow screams, “Look at me!”

Black, in a regal tone says, “I am an element of my own!”

Black shoes

Black socks

Black skirts

I cherish the dark of the night and the secrets she harbors in her belly. The moon proudly occupies her throne, outshining the specs of stars strung all around. I relish how small they must feel with ‘her’ around. Reminded of my own insignificance, I feel smaller.

Black lips

Black hair

Black nipples

Black beneath my fingernails puts me off, but black on a lover’s skin is like icing on cake, an enthralling sweetness for whose anticipation is not dulled by its knowing taste. Black you can rake your fingernails over without its color coming off. Natural black. Pleasurable black, when the right senses are tickled.

Black cars

Black curtains

Black carpets

Black musings...