the petals flew with wind traveling through cedars and hills what remained... the solitary fragrance invisible , intrigue retreading the journey the returning season in boulevard of memories finds esoteric nectar ... lost yet etched scattered yet embedded redolence of faith dispersed in nature.... @soumya
few steps and we cross
the gateway of earth
after the crisscross of clouds and few norms
we land on an altar
beneath , the world appears minute like a dewdrop
here ,we stride in cosmos
beside the planets in backdrop
can we hold and pick them up
place in orbits as we thought?
Life or destiny
can it be aligned and designed as
we presume and want?
And numb …under the orchid
I had awaited your steps since dawn
here you return …when the sun is about to set
When forgotten are promises
Lost are desires ,buried under the soil
The urge has vanished
and I motionless & still
stare at you…
The sun sets with a dab of crimson. It was all scarlet like my blood.