Black beads

Black Beads

The sun doesn't set

in the lands where the woods are deep

and hearts deeper

Black is the truth as dark as raven

Light only drapes it in translucence

Inerasable is the dark

And deceptive- the light

The shaman looks up

At the  moon

Painted with the citrus juice

Invisible

But to the spy

Who irons out the creases

From the black sky

And lo behold

Emerges the silver disc

The yin and the yang

In perfect harmony

The black and the white

The zenith and the nadir

I continue beading the string

With beads

the colours of the rainbow

Ghazal

18^th June,2014