This morning it began to thunderstorm and rain pouring down hard.
I took a walk to the front window and watched it all go by until something beautiful caught my eye.
The Rose bushes in my front yard have bloomed with such beautiful bright colors of white, peach and different shades of a pinkish red fuchsia, in fact so pure that they shine even through the darkest of times.
The colors of these roses aren't just bright, but their shining...except i also came to see that the wind was picking up and a Rose so beautiful can yet be extremely delicate.
The wind started to destroy it's rose petals as they danced with the rain and flew off onto the grass.
What a grey, rainy day, but these Roses just make a bliss of wonders.
Sharp thorns can hurt, but these Roses smell so nice and make life bright.
Delicate Roses, they are,
Sharp on the outside but yet so gentle and weak as they fall apart and never standing to let that get in the way of their dismay from bright colors as they stay.
Roses are one of those special flowers, that seem to never die.
Appreciate the rose, for one Rose will appreciate your tender eyes of love and pride.
As i even tried to take pictures, they weren't as bright as they seem with the human eye.
Because the human eye is a real camera that captures the true unforgettable moments and how we see this world instead of the eye of a robotic apocalypse.
Delicate Roses are filled with love and purity.
Let us all be a Rose.

the sun's shining patina
was absent on this drab day
every quarter of the sky
showed grey billows

Here on the roof of the world

Fog curls

Obscuring the land below

No glow of lights to drain the sky

The air is thin and sharp

Broken glass with every breath

Damp and clear

Crisp as night falls

We watch the stars

Lost in silent wonder

Your tresses are not smooth and silky
Lady..you have got grey hair!!
Your skin is breaking
There are lines on your forehead.
Why you are so skinny?
Don't you eat well...


You don't seem pristine,
Just look at your ravishing friend.

Yes...i do agree to the above delineation
But ...you don't know many facts.

That I was wide-awake uncountable nights
for my little ones,
Be it the school project or making that perfect attire for my princess's fancy dress
Or those sleepless nights with ear ache , fever or growing pains.

I have sometimes heard you talking about me from behind.
But have that golden heart to come and know my plight....
I would share with you the story of my pale visage
As  I have always loved my family more before self.

Ageing is a natural phenomena
Come to me I will guide you
Know that those lines and silver strands are signs of my eternal beauty,
But I can't blame your ignorance,as it is known by few.

Bina Mukherjee