A PORTRAIT  Every colour has walked out of it,  Black and wh | Noah Wrote These

A PORTRAIT

 Every colour has walked out of it, 

Black and white now it is, 

Hanging on a colorful wall over there, 

Creating strange and mysterious atmosphere,

Flashes born out of it inventing a time machine

pushing and forcing me to peep in, 

Peep in through the window of past

where lot of moments seem to last. 

It's a portrait with a layer of grime, 

appearing like a book of epitaph this time.

Life is seriously hysterical,

simplified but still looks mystical, 

when an object shows  how to be alive, 

And brakes teach how to drive, 

when black represents the colour of white, 

And death depicts the beauty of life, 

When violence recognises the beauty of peace, 

And stupidity told what seriousness is. 

How ironical life appears here, 

when a still portrait moved me somewhere.


- By Priyanshi