Landscaped vistas of dusty country lane
Letter of love sent through windowpane .
Voids of vase whispered
Would you crown me, flamboyant flower ?
Would try every bit not to let you wilt
Even when broken into pieces to split .
Bump on the shelf broke their reverie
Flower & vase were left with remnants of memory .
Poets adorned dew-kissed forlorn flower
& shattered syllables of vase in a bouquet
In a hope to flower into perpetual poem
that would never decay .
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Love is like a Vase
It looks beautiful
But the day it breaks
It's pieces may hurt you-
When people break you like vase
You too need to crush their memories like flowers-
Just like vase and flowers are together
I want you and me to be together-
Some people are like artificial flowers
They are beautiful
But aren't real with you-
In the bottle called life
The 'head' should always be open
That is how we say 'welcome'
To all newness and freshness
Then one day the bottle could become a flower vase
And another day maybe a festive rocket launcher!
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I was broken again.
This time for good.
I got tired of all the pieces being stuck.
Again and again.
This time, I was thrown into the garbage bin.-
no flower is happy in a
vase, because vase is
nothing but an ornate
coffin for the flower.
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