A snow dripping...

The horizon vanished
Vision faded
The road lies abandoned
But i walk.

No thorns, but no greenery.
No sun, but not placid.
No problems, but no meaning.
Mechanical movements.

Celebrations come to end on one side.
Celebrations starts at another.
Celebrations intermittent althrough.
In life but not in heart.

Iam lost somewhere
Despite the superficial dignity.
Some columns remain unfilled
Even though filled to the brim

But i dont want these words to be registered
Else i be labelled a monger.*
Though my vision blurred
The road exists in full stretch.

I walk it
Guided by unseen hands.
Vigour should have been.
But i spilled it somewhere.

*This means Iam no monger.

Some rosy rosy talks..

Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose. Gertrude Stein was frolicsome with 'roses'. Franco Fortini wrote his longest and most allusive poem of rose in 'The poem of the roses.' Shakespeare had a sonnet for Rose. Roses are indeed romantic enough to set ablaze the most creative ones. Roses are symbolic of romance, love.

Since love doesnt have a season to bloom and it lingers everywhere everytime all over the world, roses are not to diminish in importance anytime. 'The best rose bush, after all is not that which has the fewest thorns, but that which bears the finest roses' (Henry Van Dyke). So roses bears thorns, no matter, even love hurts.

The lovely rosie has a good business in daily life. The preservatives used to keep it 'alive' for hours causes harm, especially the imported ones. Cut roses are the number one in this along with orchids and other cut flowers. Encouraging the local nurseries to grow quality flowers can contribute their lot to economy. Manufacture of perfumes, scents and even beads include this. Beads made out of rose flowers last for years keeping their scent.

Modern nurseries grow roses of different varieties- roses of different colours and different sizes. Now beyond the traditional red and pink roses, there are yellow, orange, blue and multi-coloured roses.

Red Rose Red Rose
Which is a sweet scent to the nose
So soft and smooth
It makes my heart move
Red Rose Red Rose
Which makes a good pose
That I like to hold
Red Rose Red Rose
Which the wind blows
As each day goes
Red Rose Red Rose
Which grows and grows
It's my favorite kind
That it sooths the mind
Red Rose Red Rose
That it helps sooth my soul
-Eve Anderson

Lillies, jasmines, camomiles, tulips, whatever... a rose is a rose is a rose is a rose.

The venom of love that fills a heart made of glass kept inside a statue that is made of stone which is...

Iam haunted by an odd feeling for days now. Iam forced into a silence. Its not that Iam talkative always, i relish having my own secret hours (sometimes days) in silence. This is certainly not those times of ecstasy. A caution.. the innermind reminds me to be cautious, iam getting cheated.

Intuitions. I have them very strong. In fact, so strong that i immediately sense good and bad of people at their very first presence. My intuitions have always proven themselves right. And i always prepare myself for incidents. I cannot change anything happening, but i know, iam alarmed a few hours before. So i float accordingly, whether good or bad. tragic or comic. happy or sad. I say my intuitions are stronger enough.

I have fallen prey to some device! Somewhere in the corner of this world, though not very far from me, Iam being a written off a prey. Do I know the source? I believe its time i should get myself prepared for the mishap. This must be true, my mind is strong enough, it never lie.

So am I standing here, two steps out my front door, staring into the darkness of this heavy night.. My heart thumps more than ever. My senses are cautious.. a chill run over the body, only eyes dare to move. My heart have turned stoic once again.. Iam a stone statue now. Iam ready. I close my eyes. I stay still..

Somewhere in the darkness a gunshot is heard. I am not injured because iam stone. But later i find a hole in my breast. Did i hear the sound of a glass break inside?

Someone who ate my flesh for bread and drank my blood for wine has given me away for thirty silver bucks..