LIFE IN MONO

LIFE IN MONO

I tried to look beyond the colors you show, but blame me not. I’m cursed to let the colors flow

out of my mind with remains of just black and white…..

“Black and white is mix of toughest simplicity and easiest complexity.

Black and white is as if phoenix of colors has eloped into opacity.

Black and white, oldest of the vintages, newest of the last season.

Black and white seems a journey into space which is destined back to earth

Black and white is refuge of colors from their own nullity.

Black and white, vacuum of cosmos vis-à-vis occupancy of skies.

Black and white is salt and pepper of colors, for life tastes bland without them

Black and white is heaviest of vibrant and at the same time lightest of achromatic.

Black and white, severally incomplete and at the same time completely several”

I tried to look beyond the colors you show, but blame me not”

― Vikrmn, Corpkshetra

“When I was a little girl, everything in the world fell into either of these two categories: wrong or right. Black or white. Now that I am an adult, I have put childish things aside and now I know that some things fall into wrong and some things fall into right. Some things are categorized as black and some things are categorized as white. But most things in the world aren’t either! Most things in the world aren’t black, aren’t white, aren’t wrong, aren’t right, but most of everything is just different. And now I know that there’s nothing wrong with different, and that we can let things be different, we don’t have to try and make them black or white, we can just let them be grey. And when I was a child, I thought that God was the God who only saw black and white. Now that I am no longer a child, I can see, that God is the God who can see the black and the white and the grey, too, and He dances on the grey! Grey is okay.”

― C. JoyBell C.

The stranger sang a theme
From someone else’s dream
The leaves began to fall
And no one spoke at all
But I can’t seem to recall
When you came along
Ingenue
 
Ingenue
I just don’t know what to do
 
The tree-lined avenue
Begins to fade from view
Drowning past regrets
In tea and cigarettes
But I can’t seem to forget
When you came along
Ingenue
 
Ingenue
I just don’t know what to do

LOVE,

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