A one-color price

Is it Beethoven or is it a broken string of a sitar

Is it the missing hole in that flute you played so beautifully 

Or is it my own avatar

Is it a mark of my own lipstick in the inside of my heart?

Or is it that moment when God created man

That moment when I became you and you became I

Is it my own smirk, my own mocking laugh on my own faith?

Or is it faith laughing on my choice

Is it my own voice?

Or is it you whispering those promises again the way you always did

Is it that glass of champagne which healed me for a night?

Or is it the drink that teared me apart with those love bites

I’m so tired of these questions

Is it my own love for asking that took me in infinite custody?

Or is it the curse of believing so madly – of not asking anything when it came to you

Probably it is my own test of pristine, as if the sky stared and said "hey you, how could your favorite quote be ; faith means asking no questions, I’m going to see you on that”

and so it was and is the sky after all …

It wasn’t even satisfied on testing me with its seven layers alone …

it took all the blues from the oceans, rivers, seas and then it knocked on heaven’s door ,

they gave it that blue from the fountains and then even it thought it needed more

so no one knows that the sky has hearts hidden inside stars

It cut open all the stars that it had ever known

They bled blue

The universe was in rain

The heavens were seeing a flood for the first time

There was no difference left between sky and water, rain and earth

The stars bled an ink blue

It took all the blues it had gathered for my test and the inky blue of its bleeding-star hearts

And wrote; “my dear girl, I believe you, you didn’t care about a thing in the world or the heavens when you loved”

It wrote more; “you weren’t scared when I was questioning you, you are blessed to have loved so – yet you and I are the same my girl, we will be so blue in infinity...love and faith happen with a one-color price, don’t fret, blue is beautiful, it saves lives.