What for you need a pen that writes black? The man at the counter shot back What has the blue done to offend you?
Look up the firmament Over there the kingfisher Once I had been to the sea She was blue Surely you prefer over black A blue saree for her So many men have staked their life For the blue eyes of women
And then as if volleying the winning goal
Why not color all your wishes with blue To paint the world blue-wish?
As I turned to walk away My eyes caught the writing on his wall..
Black ink for the black heart For the fool and the dull Blue for the man of art With matter in the skull
Death’s visit is the warmest— An unbidden guest—entered the room Quite gently He sat at my bedside— A close quarter few had come— Then I followed His lead— his serrated fingers Never asked where he would take me For I knew His realm well enough To walk past all the strange shadows