All Black.

If life could be defined by colors, mine would be black.

My wardrobe, black.

My bags, black.
The sunglasses in my bag, black

A thick shock of hair, black.
My nails, black.
The naughty dots on my face, black.

The veil black.

The eyes behind the veil, black.

The kohl, black.

The tears that hug the kohl, black.

The curtains over my eyes , black.

The arched arrow-brows, black.

The ink in all my pens

black.

The bruises on my neck, black.

The scent lingering there, black.

The passions, black.

My nights, black
My favourite color on sky, black.
The spirit black

The person black.

Top to toe, 

it's all Black.