Black or White?

A body embellished with roses that are deep red,
With curtains black and white;
Someone moans in pain or joy,
I don’t know, as I am distant to the sound…
What be it, it’s a black-white life…withered life…

Those curtains never open,
The light of the Sun…the morning’s mist,
Never do they see, and long to see.
Their life’s dark…or were made dark?
Silent voices of painful memories, over gazing thoughts,
Unstoppable tears…?
Moaning voices of joy, ecstatic people, earthly joys…?

Black or White?
White of Black?
I sit back,
At times try to know,
What it all is,
Yet, I have busy schedules from morn to eve,
I try to sleep…
As I wonder what sounds are they…
I slept.