A red rose
Soft with dew
As the petals tremble
I am vulnerable
I long to feel
Of their touch
Even if offered
In those flames
I wish to hide myself
Into the world
Her last message was not goodbye.
It was like, “you are a nice guy…
but after a certain age,
can only love
a man of success.”
Next morning he was riding his bike very fast.
Wind with the loud howl was creeping inside
through unbuttoned part of his shirt.
The dark clouds in the horizon were giving a false impression
of a mountain range at the unreachable end.
All of a sudden it was raining.
Rain did not spare any part of his body.
He got himself a cappuccino in a nearby mall.
While supplying warm sips to his solitude,
he was only feeling thankful
of the fact