Traces of the red, show us the love
The roses make the surrounding beautiful
Beneath them present are the thrones, cruel.
But why can't we look below the beautiful sight, they stood.
To protect the love from harm.
To maintain the flower's charm.
Love relations only stay when they are understood.
Those thrones maybe disgraced by most,
What they never found has been lost
Proving their love and being that close
A thing called 'useless' by people are safeguards of the rose.
*Bright colors, turn on the darkness
Blinding the people due to effulgence.

In the recent times,
I saw myself
Growing impudent
And losing elf.

I told people and believed,
That I need no men
Oh God, I prithee
To bless me with strength.

I shall not require
Anyone's sympathy.
Even at the times of failure
Oh God, I prithee

I don't want life
Going rellentando,
Though sometimes it takes my
Senses to be ambedo

Stay awake.
And wait for him,
As the love
Is on stake.
Stay awake.
And think about him,
Retrieve the memories
And bear the ache.
Stay awake.
And miss him.
Hear the silences.
And realize your mistake.
Stay awake.
And try to forget him.
Feel the pain,
slowly in fragments, the heart breaks.

He was pavonine.
In the darkest room,
The light entered and aggrandized.
The rhythmic applause and glittering lights.
His eyes were wet, maybe of nervousness.
Stressed he was, too restless.
Heard his name, followed by loud screaming.
This was all he needed.. that was his childhood dream.
As he walked onto the stage,
Feeling like a bird, about to fly from the cage.
His exiguous steps, turned into hallux
Slowly, somewhere he was being treacherous,
From within. Going and remembering the past,
Silence was guiding his mind to the last.
He heard the song,
Began to perform.
Leaving the memories behind, danced deiform.
Inside him was a great Storm.
Every movement, every step was crystal clear.
Audience stood and of astonishment stared.
He rejoiced the seconds.
And lived the moments.