In the witheredness of my life
I thought you were the blossom 🌸
But
Later I realised,
You were the reason for that witheredness-
May 2019 be
the withered flower
rubbing its fragrance
on us
while 2020 be
the fresh blossom
by our window sill
we wake up to
every morning.-
Crepey she'll become;
Beautiful nonetheless.
Her timeless allure...
Left him breathless.
She's not a ten...But, he's hypnotized.
Brown turns to black.Spellbound by her eyes.
Her distinct character
Along with her gaze...
Was noticed by most,
But, her eyes were hazed.
She dislikes herself.And isn't sure why.
Depression abounds. Seeps from her eyes.
Just like a flower;
Her body will wither.
By then she is nothing...
Too old to consider.
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The infamous thing that life
did to me was gifting flowers
that I treasured dearly.
I adored them, I cherished each.
I never dared to pluck any petals,
in a hope that they will stay afresh forever.
Sooner or later, I saw them
withering away.
A part by part abandoning
everything that I rested upon.
The end was the same with each.
I was left surrounded by
withered flowers each time,
shedding faith like usual.
I often feel to pluck one so nice
that it would never fail to bloom.
Then I remember, I always stayed.
Perhaps, I'm the bad guy.-
Don't worry if you are a withered flower from the love tree,
Spread seeds....-
I am ghost by the day.
Burnt by the sunlight;
And pooling under my feet
Into a dark shadow.
But by night,
I am me.
The withered flower with no shadow,
That no more pretends
Like it lived through the day.
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The withered flower makes me believe in the end of external beauty
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Farooq looked like
A withered flower..
Under the scorching sun
He didn't look fresh!
They have tortured him so much...
Farooq has also learnt to interrupt me
Hope there was some purpose behind that...
It's a pain seeing him aging.
Farooq and I;
When we see each other
We share bond and happiness.
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