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

What if She resembles me?

When he comes across a soul, similar to the one he wanted to meet since ages, he is hesitant in moving a step forward. Though omen and signs are as if she is the one, he is still hesitant in moving a step forward. A war of thoughts between himself, asking himself what if she is just not a co-incidence? 

What if She resembles me?

Maybe She is just an imaginary,
This is what I always thought
Out of my creation, through poems
and through many stories I penned
There was 'She', the only one
The one I used to write, the one I had sketched!

In those dim appearance, faded, unclear
From my imagination, till dreams
In lowest visibility, I memorized her
I captured the one I wanted to meet
There was my Beloved, the only one
The one I used to hear, The one I had talked!

Maybe she is one to have never existed
I said to myself, I consoled myself
Hoping she will come from somewhere
To read what all I had written till now
There will be 'She' in the coming future,
The one I used to imagine, The one I noted!

Then in the midst of the day, As I got a glimpse of her,
I exclaimed, "My God! She resembles Her"
In my greatest confusion, I recalled Her
She talks like her, She is like the written Her
None other than my prolonged desire, the only one
The one I used to wait, The one I had created

From my visualization to her appearance
Maybe similar, Maybe 'not to be ever mentioned'
Apart nickname, Apart things she adores
More than the way she expresses herself
There is She somewhere, mine, divinely anointed,
The One Who Loved, The one I shall love back!

With my confusion, If I let her go away
What if She is not just a coincidence
With the presence of signs and omens revealed,
What if She is the precise as a prayer answered
B'Coz There is many that she resembles me
The one whom I am for, the one for me.

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