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Rose

She was beautiful.
Her innocence reflected in her eyes.
Her laughter filled up the atmosphere.
Rose, she lived up to her name.
She was pure.


He was a star.
His looks had everyone vying for him.
His attitude was the most talked about.
He was her hero.


They met.
She was starstruck.
Her fantasy seemed to be coming true.
She was on the 7th sky.
He was not perturbed.
But he saw her beauty.
He saw her innocence.
She was his eyes.

That day, she grew up

Comments

harshad said…
nice! love the simplicity.
Alesea said…
I am a little confused at the end of this one......
N wen we associate purity we associate it with white which would be a lilly....Rose (if we talk in terms of women is generally the symbol for a mistress) i m trying to percieve that its a mistress in love (she can be pure as well)...god damn it!! lemme know the real thing....
Nikhil said…
Roses are pretty, and usually so are mistresses. :)

Nice blog, nice pacman. wakwakawaka.
Bharti Bedi said…
@harshad: Thanx dude

@Alesea:wow dont confuse me too..
for me Rose is beautiful,pink,fresh and spreads love..

@Nikhil: just be careful of the thorns;)
welcome to the blog..n yup i love pacman too
Nikhil said…
Yes, like I like to say:

Roses are Reddish
Violets are Bluish
If it weren't for Christmas
We'd all be Jewish.

I'm adding you to my list.
Pallav said…
Hummm...details would be fun! write the next poem on that ;)


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confessing7girl said…
ahh beautiful!!!!!!!!! loved the 7th sky part!!! wonder why!!! :D
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Bharti Bedi said…
@confessing7girl: i wonder why???lol