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

Poem: What If?

He had almost given up in the definition of Love, and that's why he also had given up on his writing. He didn't want to express his thought out but somewhere deep within him, he wanted to write about his imagination and show that sketch to rest of the world. Who else other than his story girl? Trying to find her in the random faces he meets every day, in a deep conversation with her, he asks what if he writes her one more time? 

Posting one of my creation which I penned almost three years back. 






What if I write you one more time?
What if I read you one more time? 
What if removing all barriers and hurdles
I reach you to be for you one more time?

What if I don't care about my dignity?
What if I let down myself one more time?
What if looking at just you, my love
I travel all way to hold you, one more time.

Your breath-taking smiles, wink & echoic voice
Your presence that manipulates my heartbeats
What if forgetting hard corner we once created
I ask to let me experience you, one more time?

And What if I write both of us one more time?
What if we read them together one more time?
What if forgetting all the boundaries we created
We take each step, to reconcile, one more time?


#ThisShallBeOurStory #Aakriti

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