Monday, April 02, 2007

ROSE ON THE GRAVE

Underneath the old willow tree
She was on her knees beside her other half

Crying bitterly with a remorseful heart

She knelt before his grave in despair

With her head bowed down like a withered rose

She had lost her strength after crying all day

Moments they’d spent together flashed before her eyes

Though her vision was blurred because of those incessant tears

It seemed as though they’d just met yesterday

But today he’d left without even a promise that he’ll return one day

For the game what fate plays none can explain

Now everyone at the funeral tried hard but couldn’t console

Just then even nature couldn’t hold back its grief

It opened up the skies and showered the rain

Slowly one after the other everyone began to leave

Leaving her lonely beside her love who had also left her in vain

After a few moments her friend retuned for her

And saw her still without moving an inch from there

She put the hand on her shoulder to wake her up from there

But she fell on his tomb like a rose on the grave

Now none can ever tear them apart

As they’re once again together from this very day



16 comments:

hir said...

I luv d natural flow in ur work, keep scribbling scribbler.

sasha said...

oh my! its so touchin...i cud feel de pain.. pretty deep..loved de line
"But she fell on his tomb like a rose on the grave"

lovely write! gud work!

Anonymous said...

Tragic, vivid, sharp and honest.
I loved the abrupt twists and the powerful thoughts!
Keep it rolling, scribbler!

- Meenakshi.

Megna.m said...

loved the build up to the ending....kept me wondering whether she'd walk away or stay :) n u brought about the ending quite well....

great work amie :)

M

debadyuti said...

lovely work charlie...relli nice...
after " Confessions of a lost soul"...this is gd one....

ReDefining Definitions said...

if u call ur work scribbles then wordsworth was an amateur....

powerful visualisation!!!!

invisible reflections said...

hey ts nice.

Anonymous said...

hi Charlz,

Hmm love existing upto this level is fiction in this century atleast.

But very expressive and a tragic pierce from the rock bottom of the soul. This defines that the colour of love is also Black and describes as a prdominant secret than the scarlet Red. Therefore Black & Red are symbolic for love in the most darkest passion which is death itself.

I appreciate your mind flow and your Killer Instincts.. Very good Kudos!!!!!!
Chris

INDR's Angels said...

wow. touching and again a great work.personally i think the ending lines is not in sync (to an extent).
but that's my perception, anyways i love reading your "scribbles" dude.

Deja Vu said...

i am not one of those very clever people who understand everything but i will tell you this. this shows to me that love is stronger than anything. life may be sad and difficult but love will always find a way ne. thanx man really love this one. read ur blog after a long time felt good.

calmetoisis said...

Charlie,
to be honest i knew what was coming when i read the build up and looked at the title...but te flow of words and in such an uncomplicating manner..think its damn neat

calmetoisis said...

Charlie,
to be honest i knew what was coming when i read the build up and looked at the title...but te flow of words and in such an uncomplicating manner..think its damn neat

Anonymous said...

u rock bro..u do..n tis d best ve cum across frm ur end in quite sometime nw..

smiley07 said...

neat, clearly defines spiritual love.

smiley07 said...

neat,clearly defines spiritual love.

prakrithi said...

so Mr.Scribbler...yet again another lovely work...or scribble, as u call it...

But she fell on his tomb like a rose on the grave
Now none can ever tear them apart
As they’re once again together from this very day

just loved these lines...superb poetry..keep writin..