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

~In hurry~ (the poem)

~In hurry~ (the poem)

Hi friends,
 posting once again my poem, the latest i have written.
Thankfully i finished writing it today itself!hoping to get comments and suggestion from you!!

~In hurry~
(the poem)

Not only because people talk about re-birth and vibes
Not only because literature explain about two souls,
But when I tried listening to my heart's inner sound,
I find you here as part of my everything I ever possessed
And also may be as the reason for my indefinite journey..
May be as written, I was destined to feel you;
I found and yeah I could meet u my girl, my love

I could recognize that perfect smile with no delay;
Needing no violent to hear the musings in play 
I enjoyed being in seventh cloud far away from horizon,
Love was felt in the air as if this plan is all his creation
As blessings, my life found love & happiness all around
Dreams of yesterday recurred in reality again and again
And I wished same stay life, with happiness of no bargain

Though differences in different aspects, with optimism
I believed, someday we will be travelling together;
But different destinations was all we had for each other
The air carrying love couldn’t reach, being diverted further
The paradise of dreams I owned, vanished thereafter.
In hurry, limited time; scrambled word could only fade;
Though raining was infinite drops, future hinted drought.  

For some reason, may be sometime and somewhere
I shall again pass through this exotic surrounding;
Searching you; but not as the second chance of destiny
As the need of my heart and as worth of my destination
Not with mind-set to convenience you by my emotion.
Though I may again be in hurry, I will halt for a while
Just to re-look myself in you my girl, to be lost in your smiles.



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