I am posting this seconds after I have penned it down. I hope it adds a little colour to my un-ending array of plangent poetries.


WHY I LOVE THE ROSES

I love to look at roses
The blood-red ones the best.
They caress at my finger
And stand out from the rest.



The yellow ones much brighter
Than the soothing whites.
As poignancies incarnate
Play succor to dull nights.



My gaze remains enraptured
My mind assail all gloom
When I treat my senses
To blood-reds in the bloom.



Some make way for romance
To few it just unveils
Some tender mysteries hidden.
To me, “Its Something Else”.



Its fragrance makes for Heaven
Fills my half-drunk mind
Of all that was born lovely
Its name I cannot find.



Its shade a red of passion
A Carmine left undone.
At places a deep scarlet
Left baking in the Sun.



With invite in each petal
And intrigue in its breast
Too lazy to awaken
Too frail to be at rest.



I know not if its earthy
Or Angels in exile.
I only feel a timid joy
When ‘Roses’ make Her smile.







Everybody loves Roses .......... isn't it ?? But, to speak the truth....the BLACK ones fascinate me much more.