Dead Roses and Dead Soul

Dead Roses and Dead Soul No one saw his major loss

Every morning 
walking up to miles
he collects roses
with the hope
he can give them to her one day Every afternoon
forgetting disappointments
he collects hope
with the dream 
she will be with him one day Even by the end of the day,
those fading roses on his desk
and depressed soul within him,
both continue to live
with a desire of reconciliation someday Times changed
but she didn’t. His soul continues to breathe
he sprays water to roses
hoping neither of them dies
hoping they both live for one more day
where they can hope for one more. She never came back
she decided she won’t. Roses withered and died
his soul grieved and died.
He buried roses and his soul
with no hope of a further journey
with no desire for tomorrow. All saw dead roses
being sorry for its loss
but the dead soul within him
no one cared to search
and remained invisible forever. Suraj Ghimire 2020 This poem was first posted on

As like that candle light

candle light...

like those candle, beside those candle lives here two of our life
a very simple, an extraordinary one, but a romantic living life
we tried to understood each other even in this blackness...
unmeasurable deep is our relation despite lacking lightness..

candle is like our each other life, burning for someone we live...
that light is like our life, with determination of life is to give...
we still trusted each other, in this blind night of candle light
we still respect each other, in this world dieing with some fight

the every candle light dinner, had made our relation much strength
the every candle light gossip, had leaded us to the much inner gate..
alas! if our life would be like candle, we could burn for each other
alas! if we could produce light, we could again live for each other

you depended on me, i relied my life on you, we were for each other
wasn't that was candle light moment, we were dreaming for each other
i wanted to be burn out so that i could give u light as that candle..
never mind if u throw me, i shall think, i was just falling in triangle

suraj ghimire
in search of destiny


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