The Flowers Are Talking

In the room drapes with heavy curtains
A speckle of sunlight creeps in between
Donning themselves in different shades of colours
The flowers are talking.

Dainty daisies, brilliant lilies, elegant roses
All crystal crowned in exquisite vases
They come in different form of classes
Carry an air of individual distinction.

Beautiful as they are, sophisticated they may be
Put them together in the same vase
They will get on each other's nerves.

Distinguished by their nurtured personalities
They talk of nothing but of one common interest.

In this room, the flowers are displayed in rows
Adorned by hues and brushes
They are men favourite subject matter.

Their timeless beauty are framed
While time eats into their petals.
What difference does it make?
They wither all the same.


18 February 2008, Monday
8:27pm

Thorns And Roses

Thorns and roses
Creations of God
Equal rights to live
Equal rights to love

Be it passion of
Thorns and roses
Roses and thorns
Be it affection of
Thorns and thorns
Roses and roses
Blessings showered
Equal from above

A sin it is not for
Roses and roses
Thorns and thorns
To love and adore
To care for one another

Never inscribed
Only a tale
Thorns and thorns
Roses and roses
Is forbidden love

Roses and roses
Thorns and thorns
Like any reflections
On mirror the eyes see
Like any ordinary
Roses and thorns
Strolling on the streets

Despise not souls of
Thorns and thorns
Roses and roses
A feeling blessed
By the almighty Him

Embrace with open heart
The existence of
Roses and roses
Thorns and thorns
Just as God embraces
His delightful
Roses and thorns 


28 September 2004,Tuesday
5:59pm