Colour of Mind

Black… The absence of light...... Black… The dawn of the night. Black… The beginning of life...... Black… The shade of magnificence. Black… The color of fear. Black… The language of the blind.
It’s amazing, how this one color has so many faces to it. On one hand if we say that death is the end of light and the beginning of black, on the other we have black, the darkness from which we are all born. If the eyes see hues of colors, then what is the color of the mind??
Most ideas are born out of a shut mind. A mind that is left to itself no matter what the eyes see.… your mind, your true self has its own thoughts. The mind, so vulnerable can very easily detach itself from everything around and get into its own shell of thought… black???
Take a simple example of a little child in a classroom. The child can listen to the teacher and can also listen to his/her own self. While originally he/she is instructed to listen to the teacher, the child can easily get carried away by the smallest sound outside the classroom. A bird chirps, and off goes the mind of the child.
What the world may call distraction is the actual soul that lies in all of us. A soul and a mind that responds to nature’s smallest interaction with us. Thought triggers distraction and the mind triggers thought. Ah! What do we have here now? Is the mind an entity, a soul in itself?

Ok. Just for a moment shut your eyes… It’s easy… Black.
Now with you eyes shut, shut your mind. Easy? Try harder, don’t think. No, not yet. You are still thinking about trying not to think. Black, again… But is it fully black? No?
The color of your mind absorbs the most pictorial thoughts, ideas and colors... So what’s the color of your mind now??


Aakash said...

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens ev'ry day

I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facin' up when your whole world is black

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you

If I look hard enough into the settin' sun
My love will laugh with me before the mornin' comes

<< Courtesy: Paint it Black (Rolling Stones)

Saurabh said...

aahh... quite heavy for my brain to digest...

"Thought triggers distraction and the mind triggers thought." फॅन्टा(ची)श्टिक श्टेटमेन्ट हाहे हे... येकदम ब्येस...

My mind configuration:
High Resolution, broad view, OTEN (Organic Thoughts Emitting Neutrons) display, supports >128bit colors @free of cost... most of the time in sleep/hibernated mode...

Deepti said...

lolz saurabh.....i can understand......@ aakash nice poem!!!

Saurabh said...

hehe deepti... thts not a poem... hvn't u heard tht song??? lolzz... tht song wil take black outta ne1's mind :P ;) :D

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