When I saw your scars,
Under the bed of your eyes,
They wanted to be perceived,
From the ruffled falsify,
Filling your universe with moondust,
Like canvas it is,
Of gray performing belle,
In midst air of black and white,
Quiet and abandoned,
Aching silent shrieks,
I willed to dive into them,
I did and stayed,
Kept an eye on the rhythm,
Of the steps of belle,
It was beautiful yet blue,
Continued for days,
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And it happened.

One day it stopped,
And I heard a snap,
Canvas’s threads harmonizing,
The melancholy of yellows and angels,
It was the snap of lavender,
Growing through the gray,
With the roots of aqua,
Forming the wings of pegasus,
And ascending an enchanted sword,
Of strong casts,
From ruins of gray,
To pierce through the woe,
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It was surreal watching it,
The process of healing,
The breaking of black and white,
Into a heavenly art,
Of red, like orion nebula,
With arising of an immense aura,
Of bahamut,
The dragon you tamed,
Having cells of quasars,
And blood of gold,
So you reign with strength and positivity,
Turning canvas into bursting colors,
Like an art of van gogh.

After all of the battles I saw,
You became more and more beautiful,
Just like a sunrise in Maldives,
And a sunset in Morocco,
Yet, Some gray still remained,
It was stubborn to breaking,
So before leaving your eyes,
I left a piece of me in you,
To plant seeds of love,
While my phoenix seal them,
And let the flowers bloom through,
Just like my heart did,
When I saw you.

                                                                                      ~Summiaya Nilofer Kichloo

                                                                                      Kishtwar, India