Tuesday, September 11, 2012

A Poem Of Despair

Greens are beginning to turn a little yellow
And leaves are slowly starting to surrender
The tulips must have been dead for days
Flowers all so gloomy, subtracted splendor 

It'll last forever, too hopeful don't you think
Rose petals all scattered like some work of art
And bees have too decided to layoff on visiting
The summer breeze preparing to now depart

Daisies settled on quitting their dance rituals
Those summer rains have now faded away
That traitor Rose bush is turning sombre
End of its life & for winter to be on its way

Soon for a while the streets will be soundless
And shortly we shall witness winter's epiphany
So before it begins to resemble the desolate wild
My heart once again shall play that sad symphony

Uncertainty lies in every corner of this locality
So my dear child, you got no reason to be blue
Just ahead of the soil moisture withers away
Assure this broken heart that we'll meet again too.

Memories that continue to prick like rose thorns 
Hence the unfulfilled wish of how I did not remember
That destiny hastily drew a line between you & I
On that ill-fated eleventh day of September

7 comments:

Zeeshan Ahmed said...

Wow! This is awesome. Touches your heart. Well done :)

Shadow said...

oh wow, speechless, this is pure beauty!

eddiesdomain said...

Brilliant!. Every line is so simply worded and yet it seems and epic piece of autumn art. Love it.

Amna Siddiqui said...

Perfect, just perfect.

Winter Song said...

I love fall.It's the harbinger of cool winter evenings,coffee,dried fruit and boots, and coats, and all things pretty. Loved your poem....felt no despair whilst reading it.

Chaudhary said...

Honestly, you write pure magic! All your posts leave me dazed

Pesto Sauce said...

Till date every person alive remembers what he was doing on that fateful day when he first heard the news, I guess that attack redefined the world in more ways than one