Treasure Island

Pamuditha Zen Anjana

(15-08-1988 / Colombo, Sri Lanka)

After Rain


Have you ever seen a rainbow
really up closer to your face
yet a bit out of reach and blurred
that you cannot easily touch it

The more you jump up towards
the more it rises up high
nevertheless you keep on trying
for it's the reason you exist

Have you ever felt the rush
the rush of stuttering feelings
struggling to surface from within
though you're working to keep them in

the eyes might say thousand stories
but the fingertips doesn't move
they are suppressing the feelings
not wanting to let them out

Everything has its own reason
every reason has its own say
they say "love and cough cannot be hidden"
unfortunately we make our own ways

Submitted: Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, February 22, 2012

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