Life is Black and White

In the moon’s silver,
In the food’s flavour,
From birth to death, altogether,
Life is Black and White.

As death parts us,
As and when happens a ruckus,
Within the slightest change of moods,
After all, Life is Black and White.

To those who take the world in their stride,
To the rains and the tide,
To either side of the Solstice,
After all, Life is Black and White.

Whether in a crowd or left alone,
With the passive self forlorn,
Through countless nights bygone,
After all, Life is Black and White.

Sans the haunting howls of ballads,
Sans the riddling verse in charades,
Sans the humming songs of an escapade,
After all, Life is Black and White.

©Suyog Ketkar

2 Replies to “Life is Black and White”

  1. Arun says:

    Lovely composition!

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