well, its not a story but a poem. The narrative is basically about the contrasts in Life, portrayed through colours.
Ebony skin sparkling under the studio lights-
Blindfolded in an enemy territory-
Trapped; nowhere to go.
Chocolate icing on the cake,
Quicksand overpowering your struggle to escape,
Last gasp of breath.
Love: that feeling when everything else is a blur.
Blood strewn streets after a mob riot-
Snap back to reality.
Blossoming of flowers, the smell of happiness;
Bedridden; Pale- drained of health and consciousness,
Last stage of cancer.
A new born child's first cry,
Innocence in its truest form.
The look of the Ice Queen-
Calm, endless stretch with no creases,
Nothing turns out the way its supposed to:
Peak of frustration.
Jersey cows grazing on Alpine meadows,
The emotion that lashes out the beast in man-
Cobbled streets winding through a Roman village,
Old age charm.
Stormy petulance of the sea; the lashing of waves-
A ship of peril.
Unstained and unmarked by the violence on earth.
The colour of Peace.
The crematorium: Lifeless under the shroud.
Full of contrasts-
Black, White and a Hundred shades in between.