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The color

Time has been changed
like,
a sunshine after a heavy rain,
and the sky is in its finest color
the color that lure my heart
and soothe my soul
the color that makes me feel,
beautiful and valued
one that is ,
sometimes blue,
when I can't take off my eyes
sometimes pink ,
when I blush
as If
I have applied beauty blush
sometimes green ,
like I feel alive
with blackish maskara ,
making my eyes dance
over those yellowish lustrous outline
where dream meets reality
Being darling violet
showing graphicacy of my imagination
when there is no fear
smiling cult brown
creating those red shades
and sometimes its a whole rainbow
as if the whole world
has again
been healed
and it shines for me
appreciating my exisitence
pushing me to chase every butterflies I feel
and
treating me like a beauty queen
over the same roof
that witnessed buckets of tears
in the same life that felt so heavy once
- Bijaya kc.

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i know

I know those fireflies  will never return   there won't be the same taste   in the candies and eclares anymore  again, the cold breeze won't whisper  something beautiful  never ever there will be same touch in the dusk  i know, raindrops won't tell same stories  besides my windows  flowers won't be as beaufiful as they felt before  moon will be just for staring n nothing more  and the novel won't smell the same anymore  i know days will be lonely without all those small things that touches my soul  i know the weather of these pleasant feeling will never come  i know, there never gonna be any magic like before  but still the days will be same still the memories will visit me sometimes   still there will be lots of stories to share with my pillow   and still they will wet my eyes and my lips to smile at same time