What is the color of life? What is the color of your smile? Or the color of the gleam in your eyes when you hear the first rain of the season? Or the color of your most dreaded fear ? Or of the joy of your heart at the thought of romance? The vibrant spectrum of this universe of love, emotions, connections, words, sounds, expressions, disasters, death, lies somewhere beyond the emptiness of white, and yet doesn’t transcend the mysterious abyss of the black.
While black intimidates, white liberates. And while black mystifies, white purifies. White is your very source, and black is the destination.
From the warmth of the yellows to the thrill of the blues, every shade of the hue emotes itself in the expression of life.
From every white chord to the lower black tone, each note of the music, articulates itself in the symphony of life.
You wake up to black. You end your day with black. Every fear, every moment of melancholy tastes like black. Even the color of your most worn cloth is black. Black is the sense of aloneness; it is the bliss of solitude. It is the darkness of the night, the dark depths of your soul. Black is the ultimate reality, the seeker’s truth.
But what about white?
It is realization, it is revelation. It is the guiding light. It is the moon, the sun, the stars. It is the color of mother’s love. It is serenity. It is serendipity. It is a parchment yearning to be tainted by the lover’s touch. It is the color of God, the feeling of God. It is you , your soul, your being. It is protection. It tastes like returning home after years of longing.
And somewhere in between, in the grey area of life, lies the magical contrast. That, which unites these extremities, and harmonizes the tune of our transience. That, which spills the beautiful colors on our blank canvas; drowning, burning and exhilarating the black and white symphony.
