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April 3, 2017 | by  | in Poetry |
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White Over Rainbows

It has been so long,


so long since I differentiated

between the noises and signals.

 

On my path to light,


I’ve shot down all the black stars. 


Left them to crumble and decay in the cosmic dusts:

they’re nothing but noises, to my heart.

 

Time is up,


light is on,


and I am ready to sail,


following the West wind, rushing,

before I am murdered by empty dreams.

 

This time,


I allow my tears falling, in the rains.

And learn to smoke the pains

without getting high in furiousness.

 

This war isn’t between me and the surrounded dark forces.

Rather, it’s a ‘fight-to-death’ episode of my angel and demon.

 

Now, I have chosen wings over fire


and decided to paint the sky in white over rainbow colours.

 

“My son, don’t cry!” God said.


A life that’s written on a white paper


will be lonelier than those under the sparkling nights.

But it’ll be alright,


alright — because I seek the ‘truest’ star,


in spite of million scars on my chest.

 

“Please, don’t despite all the worldly beauties!” she begged.

The girl that is as lost as I used to be.

 

Too late.


Now, I’ve cleansed myself in the snow.


I’ve already found answers in eyes of heavy storms.

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