Rose Left in a park

Sober wilted petals, red and shades of pink,
All scattered, mixed with sand,
hidden amongst leaves
drifted down the park.

I born, sprouted out of green steam
surrounded by thorns,
I set to blast colors,
smoke of aroma.

Whatever you wear,
I am here to bloom your love.
My beauty, your passions,
I will last in short, as life does.

Strangers pressed below shoes,
stories vanished, and
I turned into dust,
from master of creation.

Those greedy eyes I gathered.
one plucked me for few pennies,
and hold close to nose,
sniffed, charmed with aroma.

He remembered her,
recalled memories, meetings,
longed for her tender voice, and
frail curves.

I was passed
from one hand to other.
uplifted wave of romance,
Fury of waves attacking shore.
I witnessed from tables.
Both mingled, exchanged kisses.
As they lip-locked
both melted, dissolved together,

Joker did his job,
to steal her heart,
won her flesh and body,
just to lock into his house.

I was at start and nowhere else.
He coarsed her,
kicked broken petals,
to place no one comes.

Love was replaced with sinister,
Happenings, fear.
She staggers, search for water,
Lips whisper for her share.

She tears me and eats in regret,
“is it what world, real one”
She is with me,
broken pieces of lonely heart

No Love, laughter or light,
No caring meets and merry.
Just tears, violence and fight,
Wait for time to pass by.

Sober wilted petals, red and shades of pink,
All scattered, mixed with sand.

Slice of sin

This cup of coffee, black and brawny, Sugar and sweet- drinking wavering memory.
Oscillating, crazy ride to know truth, trials.
Blond and beauty, seizes, clutches this heart, stands erect on my way, and leaves rushing heart turbulent.
Force of love violets solace. just come together and dissolve.
Look at creatures, wailing and moaning with days of labor, rise and fall like cascade finding its way.
I am stretched out trembling, stimulated, and sinned happily.
Somewhere labor, somewhere peace, tremor or excitation. My way of life, my way of liberation.
Sinner or house full of sinners, devils live in my heart, all magnifying, catalyzing, going high and high.
Show- Which monk says – I am free of sins? Look his selfish drive, desire of doctrine, Work for god who nowhere exists for atheist.
Sunshine- Bright, flashy, splash of all colors, lasts like slice of sin that burns flesh and fire.