Amidst the garth lied my dairy, I remember I kept it hidden near the verdant green plants of red carnation.
It's been a month or more but still you didn't get it. As I wished, it's decaying with the fallen leaves and withered flowers. But I know you will reach there soon, as the whiff of bibliochor mingling with carnations will reach you.
You will find my poetries and journals; half abated but still dancing on the redolence of love and memories.
You will read my every secret; you will know how I kept waiting for you, how every moment I had with you was present there, you will find your words in my verses and you will also find my last entry which was never meant to be the end.
You will want to keep it with you.
But it's my entreaty that let it be there, let it turn into soil.
For I know it will grow into something beautiful,
it will be me growing there with your care...-
Carnations, I say,
My voice barely a whisper,
As if I'm embarrassed.
A flower, not as ubiquitous
as a red rose,
Not as elegant as a white lily,
Not as unique as a purple orchid.
A flower with a subdued beauty.
Its petals unusual,
Like crumpled little pieces of paper
hiding secrets in their folds.
~Mysterious.
Carnations, I say again,
a little louder,
I love them.— % &-
She rejected as
she knew her
soul was as blank
to fall for someone
once again...-
He was like an autumnal dawn,
Watching him watch me
through the window,
His smile.....
His crisp smile felt like
the sun was pouring itself
in the room.
And asked me to fall.
Then he brought the spring to me.
The rosyness,the warmth,
Cherry blossoms bloomed.
-
I could have not answered his hundred calls
And blocked him on messages
I would have yelled at him
If he had brought
carnations and sorry cards
But this time
he did nothing but came in
white shirt and denims
And had kneeled down for me
With his killer smile
I wish I could ignore his visible wrists
in his rolled up sleeves
How could I resist not kissing him
-
another generous day is being
gifted to me with a handful of
opportunities...-
In those dry days,
Sit in the sun,
Turn back side.
So you don't get
your face burnt.
Now look there
It is a beautiful reflection.
You yourself aren't just a body,
but a tremendous incarnation.
The paused winds can tell you
a perfect direction.
To move ahead or to be still in.
You have that energy
that almost silence can be listened.
-
Happy 2nd birthday FOI !♥️
The script was ready ,
The audience were so eager to touch souls .
But I didn't found a path to reach different existing hearts and souls.
Then , fortunately thanking you Shreya kanodia ma'am who gave me the platform and stage to showcase my talent where my first quote was published in the book .🎈-