Black by Ananya Dhawan

‘Black’ is my voice
and a void within;
blank space.

Black is a hideous dream
a phantasma, powerful;
image distorted.

Black is the melodrama
the unintentional nihilism,
yet meaningful;

Black is the unwelcome mist
on those deep seated eyes;
scarring, blinding.

Black is my voice,
when I give voice
to lady ‘me’.

Black is the fire
that burns

Ananya Dhawan
Ananya is a freelance editor and an avid reader who writes poetry in her spare time. She has a cheerful disposition, believes in living each moment to the fullest and shows keen interest in the sensitive side of life.


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