Spring to Fall

Lover's heart hereby is described as a flower

Society is the garden

Weeds are the restrictions

Black clouds are conservatives

Like the process of budding and blossoming,

A feeling blooms in their hearts,

so winsome to emerge, so penetrating to write and they enlight themselves to the world.

To the upcoming crimson colour of mellow fruits.

Chilly excited to grow, to explore the peace in dusks.

The gravity of Earth.

When their love reached a stage of beauty,

they became a buttercup,

a source of sweetness for bumblebees and,

a source of comfy gardens,

a life for unborn embryonic seeds,

around the grassy and wet weeds

filling everyone's hollow hearts

with extreme kindness, 

blowing gentle flows of concerts in their empty pores of the skin.

As camelia, they spread love all around, 

healing stem's wounds

As time travels,

as things converse rapidly,

They become black with clouded skies,

the harsh flow of winds made them weak stimuli

dainty expired with bad fellings of rain,

toxicity in the soil,

ugly signals of nature chattering 

"KILL THEM"

Them being soft and humble couldn't tolerate the thunderstorms,

detaching themselves from their only origin;

Withered off.

Wiping pressure of protestors;

they mix in the earth.

But Silence undergoes goodness of basking,

they arose as a new plant

having great faith in their own.

-veeksha(love never dies- does it?) 

06/06/2021