Morning Flower

It is the scent of a morning flower
the flower trying hard be noticed
stop me in the long walk nowhere
with the enchanting smell of a just born
the captivating fragrance, tries cast a spell

A spell doomed to fail amongst the ruins
beauty lying hidden amongst the scars
fragrance lost to the domineering scent of fire
bewitched at the sight of the unseen torment

The flower accepts not to let leave
Sees beyond the deserted eyes
deep inside, try evoke emotions lost
queries on unanswered, unrevealed

I try hard not tremble, not shiver
wave of unfelt emotions pass through
hit me hard, promise a new morning
leave me ponder, could it be for real.

Wonder, I.

I have moved on and yet I look back.

Wonder if I could travel back in time,
time, when you made my life colorful.

Wonder if I could regain those colors,
Colors that painted my life happy.

Wonder if I could make life even happier,
Happier the way it was with you around.

Wonder if I could have you in my life again,
You, whom I called the sunshine of my life.

I look back and yet I have moved on.

Wonder if I would love any again,
Love, for it seems not trustworthy.

Wonder if I would trust any again,
Trust, for it seems a paradox.

Wonder if I would emote yet again,
Emote, for all of it drained out,
the day you quit.

Prove me not wrong

I would be a liar to say I have not missed her. I wish I could tell her, how I miss her, more than I missed anyone else all my life.

I try hard not look back and yet I watch over my shoulders, if she is coming back. I stare at the empty road, which I intended to walk with her.

A minute I tell myself she has left for good and the next, I search for her. I wait for the solitary message that never arrives.

Her thought makes me lonely, for I had not loved someone like I loved her. I long to tell her things that never saw light.

With her, I believed, I had a right, right to expect, expect her to be the same forever. I wish I could ask her, if she cannot prove me right, atleast prove me not wrong.

Dreamt

I sweat in the breeze
It is not any gentle

Roughened, wind turns red
It is hot, yet I am angrier

I seek calm the anger within
It throws a deaf ear

Puzzled, I question
It explains none

I dig it deep, confused
It is all shallow

Dark, unending, scary
It cares not comfort

I try crawl back, panic
It pulls me deeper

Lost, Frightened, Yet hopeful
It is not as strong