You gave me a red rose
Every time to proclaim love.
I blushed red and gushed,
Remembering the day
We stepped into an arranged marriage.
Honest as always,
You declared your gratitude
To the flower seller –
His only stock of red roses.
I chose the vermilion, instead.
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Unfolds the rose bud
Each layer double coloured;
The next day fades
Petals pale and fragrance bailed.
The pollen a bright yellow
Tender to touch
Puzzles life to life.
“Pluck me not for I live
Another day
As the sun carasses me
And the wind kisses me.”
The older rose in reflection,
“I am beautiful
And an enduring beauty for days
I am love.”
Amazed at the passing thoughts,
I feel the flowers and reflect
In depth on the essentials
Live beautifully to love unconditionally.
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Haven’t said a word,
Merely stared;
Care not what they meant.
Bubble burst into millions –
Invisible;
Yet, felt a million nerves.
The wind’s delicate stroke
Appeared a warning;
Passing thoughts arrested,
I wiped the sensation –
Tickle;
Yet, couldn’t stop my heart.
Haven’t heard the beat
Merely hoped;
A minute by minute passage –
Cease;
Yet, remained alive and I breathe;
Remembering a life.
Copyright© 2015 Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
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