The levels of color

 

The string is severed to terminate

As  myriad hues of the dreams fade

The flight of the paper amidst clouds

When it dazzles silently after grey rains

My colors reflect the vivid rainbow

Now the fall towards the muddy ground

With an eye on the rising colorful sky

While it is I who falls every now and then

The sky somehow appears to rise everytime

When it goes away so far from me

But my fall is  never a crash to ground

I hold myself to remain afloat as long

Sometimes I drag myself on the sky

Between her invisible layers of air

Just to live a few moments in the sky

Before the inevitable happens

Like one last long look at the castle

Before the pompous  surrender

The last flutter holding the clouds

Even when the wing is crippled

Memories , they suspend the time

The ruminating of past events

Even when truth stares us in the face

The knocking at a deaf man’s door

For the mind is full the past din

The levels of color to a blind eye

One blindfolded by prejudice.

 

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