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Nobody mourns my untimely death I cannot foretell my last breath “A moment longer”, I can only gasp As you pluck the flower within your grasp
To celebrate life of another I lay down my life, I’m the flower That adorns the vase, bouquet and garland On your terms my life is bargained!
To mourn death of another I lay down my life, I’m the flower That dies at the grave not it's own Bereft, orphaned, withering all alone
Birds and bees only peck, pray tell me You rip and plunder, by whose decree? Was I born to be devoured by you or your bovine Why murder me to please your Valentine?
Don’t cut me to keep the hedge aligned Don’t tear my petals to read your lover’s mind Don’t crush me to capture my fragrance in a vial For every crime you go scot-free, there is no trial
You glorify my colour, my shape, my scent With art made from my own pigment With verses that offer no condolence Your lustful gaze is my death sentence
Watch keenly, before you bring my doom I'm the bud that takes a wh…


Memories have faded, the fervor has lulled Tears have dried, the pain has dulled Love once so blind is now long forgotten But the weary heart cannot claim to be unbroken Just sorely mended, scarred forever Vows to never stir again…ever!
Frail and tender it is bound to be shaken When a mere glimpse at the past is taken Though everything’s changed, some warmth lingers You lament the love that slipped through your fingers Fret not, look around; there are lessons to be learned Even Nature scoffs when love is yearned!
Shadows of leaves dancing in harmony Once rustling in the wind, a soft euphony Now tumbling down, no longer together The same wind blows them farther Thus seasons change and love disappears   Is it the wind or the leaf that really brings the tears?
A ripple touching another dies fast Solitary, a moment longer it would last Doomed like this ephemeral romance Lives are often lived in love’s trance Is the fleeting ecstasy worth the sacrifice?


I smile because of you, Both in your presence and your absence Looking into your eyes or simply in remembrance Do you smile in my memory too?
I want to write a song An ode, a poem, just something But can words really convey my feeling? Or speak of how much for you I long?
Your voice reverberates in my mind I yearn to see you when I turn around To your heart mine is now forever bound Only with you pure bliss I find
When you walk towards me wearing a grin My heart skips a beat every time I blush, my joy is so sublime How can I not love you? It would be a sin!
But do you love me back? The question haunts me all night Watching you smile to another is an unbearable sight Am I not your only? Oh! Tell me what do I lack?
Wherever you will lead I’ll follow Whatever you will seek, I will seek too


It was a usual day at work. Like every other single day, I arrived 5 minutes before the scheduled time thus upholding my self-made image of a diligent employee; regardless of whether the boss appreciates or not. Subjected to the chronic nature of a once engrossing job, my life had now metamorphosed from the adventurous, outgoing lifestyle of a teen to the monotony of a paycheck worker, obscuring all the dreams I once had. Attending phone calls without a bit of genuine humour, replying to emails with much lesser enthusiasm, fake smile plastered on the face 24X7, walking with the gait of an aged old lady and a temper reserved only for the subordinates while ironically displaying complaisance towards the boss, I never realised when the very essence of life had started ebbing away. The bleakness of the old rustic workplace where the furniture was creaking and groaning from overuse, drab faded curtains that hung over the unaired windows against the equally pallid walls of the stuffy room, …