A fading rose

Crystal dusts settle over
A fading rose tonight.
Yet, amidst the fog and mist,
It dances and shines bright
Least bothered,
Least disturbed…

The song of tonight is
But a painful melody;
The moon, a drop of silver
Floating in a mystic sea…
But down there blooms the rose,
That smiles unbothered.

In spite of the threats of gloom
A magical grace it beholds.
With a heavenly fragrance
The beauty of fortitude it unfolds.
Ah! It’s indifferent to failing
Gloom and agonizing serenity

Her smiles drive away the insanity
Of the night, for to grief it belongs;
They crush the pride of the dark
As he now knows, he’ll last not long

Triumphant is the fading rose
And she shall revive soon again.
For she doesn’t feign endurance,
She can walk through all the pain.
To live another day,
To love a new sun.
To dream another dream
And to walk all along...

Love - a sweet Insanity

A perfect soul is undoubtedly a nuisance to this imperfect world, the most perfect of all being the soul of love - a lingering essence, at times strong and at times faint. Whatever it be, never does it fail to cast a numbness on our minds.
What haunts me each night is this very thought of love; should we accept its presence in our lives or shouldn’t we? Ah no! Not the love of our kinsmen, I’m talking about the other mushy love, the one which every other man dreams of, which he craves of being in when he isn’t and which he clings on to with great desperateness, if he is in it already. Is love worth all this?
What beauty does she behold that life surrenders before its whims and fancies? I find it to be an escort of grief. Once it succeeds in making room for itself in our heart, it never fails to discreetly gnaw at our existence, if not today, then tomorrow. I’m sure all those unsuccessful lovers are going to second me when I say, love is more like those catastrophic natural calamities, say the volcanic eruptions. A weird and senseless comparison? May be…That’s only if you had had half an eye open. These eruptions paint the best of scenic beauties on the surface of earth; simultaneously, they wipe out lives and drive away the sanity of all in that land. And how is love different? It holds a spoonful of beautiful romance, just to drive away the sanity of a lover with the gusts of time. So tell me now, is love worth it all? Is it worth all our time and sanity?
I’d finally prefer stammering out a ‘yes’. For love is what drives life. Love and life share a really strong rapport, and above all – This genuine sweet insanity is way better than fake sanity.