Petals of my memory of you


Beautiful vermilion shades

Flowers of the verdant times

Plucked before it withers away

Into the air, into the dirt

Tramped and crushed,

A yellow pestilence

And a white shroud

That weeps

With a sore pair of eyes


O precious ones, once in a lifetime

Bloom in my hands

Rest in my laps

O dear! an olfactory pleasure

And my sense deluded

The ephemeral existence,

Delectation I seek

With a smile that adorns my lips

-Yes, I am loved


Those flowers, bearers of a heart

Reminder of a lover to his beloved

Taint in its place

It rots in moonlight daze

For the branch that sustains

A life so hopeful of subsistence

Lost in the flood of fate




Memories of him who is gone

Though entwined with my soul

Are preserved like those petals,

Now they ornament my workplace

Of time that weeps

Fate stricken,

A story of two sore pair of eyes

Promised of one future


O yes, I was loved!


©Written Frames, 2017