Rose

Rose


How would it be , To be like Rose

Exciting red glittered with thorns

Moreish like wine letting even the dead to crwal

Blush from heaven and a desire to adore

Brighter than stars still compelling to look more

Shine like pearl and admiration of all

Systematic steps designed to tender

Lovely curves crafted in heaven
Vast like sky with power to bend even the fierce storm
Falling on your petals being drowned or dissolved

Your fragrance is one of it's own
Calm like moon rich like soul
Deeper than ocean and a heart precious than gold
Over the globe irrespective of the direction I chose
your presence was there , just like the wind it flows
Diversity in mood  and your versatile groves 
Every time you smiled they flourished over Lebanon

The further I run , the weaker I goes
Is it an addiction or a spell you bowled
Blinded in your maze still counting pros and cons

Will it rain or am'i not caring any long
You came like water , but the thirst has now increased over the lustrous moss
The more I stare the more I die in your thoughts


Infinite symbols and the flow in your style
From cunning to kind to sharp to divine

A puzzle which never solved
Just like a game whom I never won

Don't know the secret hidden under the web of life
It's getting harder and harder to thrive

Some incomplete dreams Or some unplanned times

Only a Rose can tell being one of it's kind


By- Kshitij Sinha
1/1/2015

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