if you were not there
am unable to hate and sink in love
congeal before loving
my rainbow like existence is gifted only by you
you only create the space for pride and pain
how much throe -- how many times ,
may be experiencing like the drop of rain
o solitude !!!
setting at ease in between violet and red,, how?
blending the dawn and dusk ..how ?
if were not there---
traveling deep into me and spreading like veins
sprout the foliage of hopes
which thorn is piercing .. as which flower is plucked
the red fragrance oozing on finger tips
a new prophet holding the new torch
the scent deserting the flower
you.. only you --you will preserve
the fragrance as abstract fossil in the layers of soul
if you were not there
who will give the colourful wings to the sleep of pupa?
o solitude !!