The blackness is the beauty. The blackness too. The eye, when sees beyond the usual monotony called- the beauty- sees things that it can't see. It does. There are words that describe things in such way so as to make the brain understand about those better. Mind does not understand words. Mind knows. The blackness, in it, needed no words. It was there. To be understood. Sometimes, the eyes become moist. Most times. Why? I have heard people say- "It's because of the beauty". Is that so? I think it is something more than that. Beauty is material. Something like the rock. Something like- green. The point that is beyond is the 'Black'. That is not beauty. That is something more than beauty.
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I am thinking. The 'black'. What could that be? What powers does it have to make the eyes moist? It is not allowed to make me weak. It could not control me. It is 'black'. I am thinking. But it is something beyond thought, as well. What is it? It's the beginning. It is the end. "Beginning is beautiful", I've heard people say. It's not Earth. It's not water. It's beyond all that. Hence, it is not beauty. It's 'black'. It's present, everywhere. Only that, one needs to see it. Identify that which one can't see.
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It flies, I found. It's movement is found by the blackness it leaves behind. What brings the smile in me is this. The black left behind, can never be seen. Can never be found. There are times when one feels like seeing that blackness just once more. Feeling guilty for not identifying the black when it was present in front of them. It's chosses to remain a faded memory.
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It flutters, the black, here, in front of me. I realize it. The moment I do, it's all around. Revealing itself to me. Black. The moment before life. The pulse of life. The world inside the one who lives in the world outside. The self reflected through another's. The moment of the pulse lost. Present, then gone. The vaccum. The Black Butterfly. Pulse. Life.
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21 comments:
You seem to experiment with laconic expressions, which tend to leave a trail of implied eloquence..good attempt...but it must ultimately fructify and deliver...
@ appa..
thanks!
A fertile field. You seem the ideal person to mine it.
Purity and whitness is a sort of detached eloquence, ain't it? Whereas Black, like evil embraces all shades of life and that is why it is Black!! And that is why it is more complete...... :D
@dave..
thanks!
@eye of god..
that's it! :)
Some random thoughts as I read this.
Is colorless black? Or is it white? Or somewhere in-between? Or outside of all this? Or is it all in the mind?
The universe is all black (or dark, the right word for it. 99.9%?). Specks of white light illuminate it and are further diffused into colors. And still why is darkness abhorred? Because you cannot see ito it or understand it. It is an enigma.
How easy is it to realize and co-exist with the dark? I don't know.
avvvvvvv..black...ur post..black... resembles maniratnam movie.. black.. dialog transcript..black :D :D :D jus kidding. pls dont take offense. i was so impressed with the way u've poured ur heart out in this post..that signature style got stuck. too hifi lanugage and ur writing style is way above my league of hardy boys and tintin :D but njoyed it. one suggestion..atleast backgroundachum change it from black :) first time here..from Rammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm's blog. He shd seriously consider trimming his name. too "mm"y :)
Is colorless black? Or is it white? Or somewhere in-between? Or outside of all this? Or is it all in the mind?
"A cow is a cow, as long as it is believed to be a cow"!
How easy is it to realize and co-exist with the dark? I don't know.
"We do. It's within us."
Thanks!
@gils...
thanks!
It borders on metaphysics, but then is 'black' abstracted to a belief or a set of it or a perception? Then black morphs as well. I can only say I cannot take a position, and whatever it is, it is.
Aside, what prompted you to hide behind (or reveal) so many layers of abstraction? Your Appa seems to have asked you the same in a different way.
@ram..
no need to take any position.. it is everything.
wht prompted me? i have no cloue.. as madam blavatsky says.. "i m the author, nay, the writer.."
did i ever, ever, EVER tell u you are a one-of-a-kind writer?
non?
here it is then,
you are an amazing writer!
keep rocking!!
@ raphael...
thanks!
I found it difficult to comprehend what you were putting across due to my inadequacy.Blackness seems real and it alone exists permanently.The light that comes be they from sun or moon or man made sources may hide blackness but cannot erase it.When the light goes blackness returns.All colours are visible only when we hide blackness.
To see beauty in blackness seems contrived.I liked the way you had written kindling interest in your thought.
Wow, I had always admired black...
but after reading this post, I think I have fallen in love with black all over again, and with new fervor...
Black is beautiful indeed, not because it signifies something good, but just because it is...
oh and thanks for dropping in a worthy comment on my blog.
@parthasarathy...
blackeness here is a metaphor..
@anonymous some1..
thanks!
Hello,
Am here as an effect of ur "random act of goodness" on my blog. That was a sweet gesture! Also to say "I am relieved n HAPPY" to know ther r still ppl out there who love both Roark n fountain pens! ;-)
I am in luv with few of ur posts - n tats exactly y i wud stop here n not continue blitherin how cool ur writing is n on n on..lets just say I found U wonderful wen u r crazy n restless...lik ur "Gloom" post...
Shanmu
ps: U shud try readin Kalki n Chandilyan's historical novella as ur Dad sugests..btw, his comments were lucid n 2 d point..I cud see wher the ink to ur pen comes from...
pps: chk out ur FB message section.
@wsx...
thanks!
@wordsmith...
thanks!
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