black roses..2314hrs

i often ask my black roses
what is there in you
that evokes freshness all the time

they hesitate to tell their secret

i touch their petals
from a distance
and ask
if you say somethin

their silence
and my perseverence
i hardly know
the tough combine

morning of their hearts
eves of my soul
where is the secret

i ask too often

i soothe and coarse
their intellect
and beauty together

i am adamant

i am sure
a day come

they smile
with smiles of replies

that soothes my reverberated half
with the burdens
of self
of the yore
present is trial
future too distant

but my persuation
my love

it'll bring you
and me
close to my black roses

source:shipra.v

you are at my heart

this time
when you open your window
look at the clouds
they are seasonsal ofcourse
but some seasons are too special

what makes you think so stupid
i murmurred at my heart

you see there is nanonic difference
quipped the little soul with me

i was a silent listener to the fight
with no sense at all

a little later
i did realise
the meaning hidden
beneath the stupid words

every day
i finish off
with a vaccum engulfing me

nights are too long to pass by
so is the day

i get a sense further

may be
certain things
apparently stupid
makes your life more meaningful

at the least
with less commonsense

source: shipra.v