Black -- The colour of the coffee I drink, Of the night that refuses to sleep, Of a t-shirt that I wear in a dream.
White -- The colour of the cup, Of the moon that rises up, Only to set in the creases of my t-shirt.
Black -- The colour of a failed chiaroscuro. The tip of a pencil pressed
Hard against paper. An impression that swallows all light.
White -- The colour of an eraser. A blank canvas.
Friction. Impressions of the pencil remain.
The dream -- fades The t-shirt -- remains.
"Rahiman dhaaga prem ka na todo chatkaaye,
Tode se firi na judey, judey gaanth par jaye."