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Sunday, November 1, 2009

My Holiday Scribbles 3- The Red Roses....

November had dawned in..

Braving the november morning chills,he kept on walking..
He just wanted to be there...
It was a long walk,but He didn't mind.
And it was such a cold morning,when the body was failing but the heart kept on going...
He had to be there,because he knew..she will be there ,waiting for him...
After all,it was her special day..

"Happy Birthday Baby"..he said.."This is for you..And you,thought i would forget??"...

She liked it ,the very fist time he presented it to her..
She loved it always,when he gave it to her...
"Like the rose,so our love"..she always said...

He was happy,she liked the gift..
He always knew, his choice of red roses will never go wrong...

And today also he knew..he had made her happy...
He knew...she would see the red roses,laid on her cold tomb...



Beautiful and serene ,..but dying off soon...
Just like the red roses she loved....
So was her life...

And he..stood there...
Happy that she will be happy...
Sad that..he can never ever be so...

Memories of her,haunted him and hurt him...
But he knew,he will be back there tomorrow...
With the red rose she loved...

Just so that..she will be happy....

10 comments:

  1. At times, the pain of war cannot exceed the woe of aftermath... This is for sure the battle of evermore... Keep going!

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  2. Great!!

    When every petal of that rose will fade away to drape on her tomb...

    she will be calmer as if his is hugging her..


    (just shared what has come in me first by reading your post)

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  3. nice post... a mixture of love, emotions and sorrow.. Really good...

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  4. @NJ:living up to the fact that,the lost one cant be brought back is indeed the toughest...

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  5. @Makk:thankx for dropping in...:)

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  6. @ani: thankx.the post is the result of a night of mixed emotions...:)

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  7. chith... really touching 'n lovely

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