Dead Roses and Dead Soul

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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 https://medium.com/storymake

~~The flowing water~~




Earlier, joining BSc, I thought myself; I will have lots of time to enjoy for my daily activities... I shall go for every new movie, I shall visit beach at least in alternate weekends and I will concentrate myself on my biggest passion, i.e. writing!!!

From the time of failure and depression to a beautiful morning, from a NSS volunteer to NSS leader of college and from the stage of dropper student to being sort listed in final 8 for Best All-rounder students of the college I underwent many changes in my personal and college life wishing time to go for my favor, very soon!!

But, time, of course, never follows the way we wish it to go...
and with the busy schedule of myself, I was trying to keep in touch with my friends through any of means, expecting them to be for me too...!!!

I was out of contact for more than a month with one of my best friend of virtual world. Not only that, since last one year, our conversation used to be limited one or two mail in a month... No time for a chat too!!! When I am staying free, she never appeared online... And on very rare moment when she used to get online, I would have such a hectic time preparing for competition, activities or doing assignments to conclude as, "We will get later..."

Few days ago, I thought to send her a message and I did it with no second thoughts. By evening, my mail box had already got reply from her. She said, she is doing fine and as of me, she was also waiting for my message.

Yeah, me too... I was also waiting first mail of the year from her side!! She explained me that she has not changed ever and she is the same, with same thoughts, care and emotion as she had for me a year ago

For not being agreed to her statement, I remembered a thought that I have composed long ago,‘originating from the mountain, flowing through river, water reaches its destination of ocean… in this interval, water changes its physical and chemical properties… even its taste differ from place to place, still water might be claiming, I am the same!!!

While I was trying to apply these thoughts on her, I found this one applicable on myself too!! I was judging her on our relation, but again, I forgot she might be also judging me

Yeah. Undoubtedly, water remains same; still we find variation on them!!! And change we have adapted in our life, perhaps we may not be able to realize on ourselves. And sometime blaming the other one for failure and discontinuity in relation forgetting to check out ourselves!!!

Life’s so complicated na?

Life is something like a flow of water… of course, we need to change in different moments, but let’s not forget our friends who were with us in some glorious moments!!

A small sms, a small mail or small call, that can always make a thing happen good, so, even if flow of your life is like river of mountain, do keep in touch always!!!

And keep sharing the happier moments of your life… till the end!!!

God bless,

Regards
Suraj



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