Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Too often I wonder, too less I realize,
You were never mine,
We were like two blowing leaves, dancing on the harmony of the same wind,
Untill destiny made our paths entwine,
I thought it was forever, but soon I realized,
You were never mine.

Those memories of past,
Blew away like a castle of cards,
Our diamonds of joy, our spades of comfort
Now lie lifeless, separated and scattered,
Those pleas to return, still remain unheard
Succumbing to the harsh wind,
Whose efforts once made our paths entwine,
Now make me  realize, you were never mine.

These empty hopes still linger in my heart,
I feel like the petal plucked from the flower,
Disembodied from it’s own part,
Like the king of love from the deck of cards,
Disunited from his queen,
Like the leaf who still waits for it’s entwine,
But the wind is there to remind,
You were never mine.
 -Anonymous



\** This is written, not by me, but a friend as creative

Quintessence

If in a parallel world, you could hear a flower speak, What do you think it would say to you? And which one would you pick? The little white gypsy peeking through the bunch of green, Or the pink calendula standing tall in the bustling air? The proud rose red blooming in its own fragrance, Or that sunflower turning to its benefactor for grace each morning? Which one would you choose? And again, what would it say! You really think they would debate the cunning of a man? Or would they, in a sweet voice, sing praises of nature to you? They couldn’t possibly talk of their own beauty. Such narcissism should mar their prospects of talking at all. But what if only, if only – They just smile, fluttering in the wind, And tell you their names?