It's a pity, its a pity
though we hate anything thorny,
 and silently meditate on serendipity,
  the cactus, we planted inadvertently,
 among chrysanthemums and roses
                                            we swear by,
grew real quickly, proliferated avidly.
Look at their ghastly smiles, prickly.

You find them raise and shine early,
on any weather, rain, drought or snow,
when the gentle flowers all are withered ,
and sleepy, they remain succulent and sturdy.

It's a pity, fragrant flowers loose heart easily,
but  cactus, without fail, remain  alert and cocky,
It's a pity, nice ones can't fight back and smile,
look, the cactus flowers ask for nothing special,
though spiky, they make us believe we are lucky.
*Aren't we thankful, for their tender mercies?

The beauty is still unsurpassed..
The pious heart is still unbiased..
The purity is still unblemished..

The charm is still unabashed..
The grace is still unabandoned..
The brilliance is still unabused..

The serenity is still unabhorred..
The spark is still unblazed..
The ***** is still unstained

Just an abrasive scratched the vignette..,
But the portrait is still a masterpiece..!!!!
O woman..
You are still as elegant and dignified!!!

Since I have set my lips to your full cup, my sweet,
Since I my pallid face between your hands have laid,
Since I have known your soul, and all the bloom of it,
And all the perfume rare, now buried in the shade;

Since it was given to me to hear on happy while,
The words wherein your heart spoke all its mysteries,
Since I have seen you weep, and since I have seen you smile,
Your lips upon my lips, and your eyes upon my eyes;

Since I have known above my forehead glance and gleam,
A ray, a single ray, of your star, veiled always,
Since I have felt the fall, upon my lifetime's stream,
Of one rose petal plucked from the roses of your days;

I now am bold to say to the swift changing hours,
Pass, pass upon your way, for I grow never old,
Fleet to the dark abysm with all your fading flowers,
One rose that none may pluck, within my heart I hold.

Your flying wings may smite, but they can never spill
The cup fulfilled of love, from which my lips are wet;
My heart has far more fire than you can frost to chill,
My soul more love than you can make my soul forget

He wandered amongst the midday twilight peak;
In his window glared a formative feline,
I was once lost in it,
But then recommended a fine smile to my deliberated agenda,
Oh how the world inquires beyond thee,
Like a nimble breeze amongst a flame,
Upon a strained vigil sanity keep,
Upon my own reflection revelation came.

I stopped what I was doing and pulled away from him.
Whats wrong, he asked.
Annoyed.
I was silent. trying to put thoughts into words.
I can't do this with someone who doesn't love me.
He started to fluster.
Im just confused right now. I don't know what I want. I don't know what love is.
He said.
I can't do this with someone who doesn't love me.
I repeated.
He took my face in his hands and put his ring (which i had given back to him weeks earlier) on my finger.
He looked me in the eye and said Hannah. I don't know what love is. Maybe this is it. But what i do know is that you are amazing. I'm just confused.
Be with me tonight.
Be with him tonight.
I was already sitting on top of him.
Close to tears.
Did I believe him?
The weight of his ring was heavy on my finger.
He kissed me.
Looked me in the eye.
I love you. I said.
I know you do. He replied.
We sunk back, my heart breaking and the stars watched as I was lied to.

I have wept in endless meadows

while I have plucked

the petals of every single flower

that I have laid my fingers upon

and each time they tell me,

“He loves me not,”

I find another flower.

From A to B, my temper holds
stronger than if still,
for I can't see a destination
stronger than my will.

Moving breaks my static gaze
as reels of passing art
leave their mark and fall away
but just in perpetual shift may they
stretch out time for me and stay.

My pangs are lost in deep transition
as we reach towards B from A,
and I look ahead to C, dare I say:
As life winds up its next stretched reel,
my will on that way would be stronger still.

I feel.. m left in the darkness where no one recites..
M the only one who is left  behind..
I too wanna growup like every flower..
But i have to hold on till the morn..
I don't know why everyone has to pass this phase..
Even knowing these are the obvious days..
Why do i feel so low.. the dilemma and anxiety even though i know..
I want to find the way out of here..
from where my life proceeds no where..
I really don't know where to go and what to do..
All i know is to hold on till i get the right door..