Black rose

the original idea was lost somewhere between the heaven and the earth.....the wildness was being replaced by the sophisticated behaviour over time.....it was time for the black moon to dance in the grey sunlight...coz he knows no shadows will testify against his condescending love for the tragic procession of the purple stars...the rants were transitioning into requiems of the past....glares from the broken shards of glass were hurting his eyes......but squinting was not an option as almighty didnt  bless him with the power of vision....fragrance of sand was messing up with the procession .....he lashed at the nearest rose bush the only visible proof of life in the overwhelmingly vast stretch of land .....the veil of the thorns started bleeding .....was it his illusion or the thorns always bled like that..his fingernails were digging deep next to the bush....his life was buried beneath the piles of sand.......it has been ages will she be alive after all these years....the earthy smile was waiting for him....


adversity tears from us what we think is inseparable from us...noise was escalating behind her somewhere to unbearable decibels....."stop!!!" she shouted in her head....but the rose bush kept drilling her soul....and it was like she had been living here forever with her head buried in sand and everytime she screamed her lungs filled with golden sand.....

to be continued....