Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Sunday, February 24, 2019

Crimson. Deep crimson.
The shade of passion.
The other one toned down. Lovely red.
Ah! A whole bunch of different hues.
There is that delicate blush.
The peace of bluish-white.
The subtle saffron.
Vibrant yellow too.
Standing tall.
Persisting.
Through thorns and storm
and sun and rain.
Beautiful. Becoming.
Radiant. Ravishing.
Fragrant. Fragile.
Brave. Defiant.
Bold. Resolute.
Alluring. Bewitching.
Blooming because they are blooming.
Perfect. Just the way they are.
At all moments, at all times.
Just like you.
Oh! I planted them all
so that someday,
when you walk through this rose-bed,
you will see yourself through my eyes.



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8 comments:

  1. Beautful, becoming, radiant, ravishing indeed.

    A very good use of the prompt.

    My post: http://www.lifeofleo.in/2019/02/the-inheritance-of-loss.html

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  2. Dear Soumya,

    A lovely rosebed, colored with words.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  3. Nice subtle segue from description to addressing the loved one in this. (Funny, my first thought were, that you were listing off lipsticks in someone's collection!) Lovely metaphor, with one-to-one correspondence.

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    1. Thank you so much. Your feedback is really insightful

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  4. A beautiful and clever declaration of love.

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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.