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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

~*~The strangers of Thoughts ~*~

~*~The strangers of Thoughts ~*~

First year college was an academic year for me after 4 lonely years. So from first day of my college, I started making friends, and till half way of my college life, I got introduced with number of students and teachers, indeed it’s a matter of joy for me.

The first day of college, the entire atmosphere was stranger for me. But, after spending some 14 months with those groups of peoples, sharing each other Tiffin’s, forwarding good, better or sometime even non-veg text in each other cell and trying to understanding the thoughts of each other; sometime unsaid one too; these all have brought us, all of us together in different world. That’s the world where we keep gossiping , we sometime fight and we sometime criticize each other, and sometime realizing, yes, through my presence, I had stamped that positive marking in the life of this stranger and the same has happened with my life. I don’t know if we shall be realizing our touch for rest of …