White Rose

Bright sunny mornings of the first days of spring
When freshly awaken yellow roses, for me, he would bring
I would turn my face and cringe my nose
Oblivious of the fact that in due course, we would be so close
Days, weeks and months passed but his patience he kept
And I, thinking how beautiful things could be, silently wept
Because I knew ultimately, how sad would be the end
That would, only dismay to his life, lend
Everyday for me, he would miss his bus
And evoked hopes of the possibility of an ‘us’
Sinewy, brilliant smile, seemed totally uncouth
The pretence of indifference ended coz my eyes spoke out the truth
To the yellow roses, we raised a toast
But it was the white ones that scared me the most
That was the first time we spoke
And all barriers of fear, I broke
A bunch of pink roses in hand, he said “a new beginning they mark”
In the friendship that ensued, each one of those worked like a spark
Earlier every minute, the ultimate truth of my life, I had to face
But now time would fly, without a trace
Laugh we would, all day long
Life seemed like a never ending melodious song
The pink roses I began to adore
Coz they brought to my life happiness galore
And ensured that my fear of the white rose grew more and more
A moonlit night it was, the stars were smiling at us
But his expression was tense, even in a situation like this, free of all fuss
Smiling I was, my forehead free from any crease
Just when with a bunch of red roses in one hand, he went down on his knees
Emotions took the form of tears
Coz along with happiness came the culmination of the worst of my fears
I had to tell him why I was scared of the white
But this was a dream come true, beautiful enough to make my last days bright
The truth had to be faced
To lessen the pain, I ensured, with minor details it wasn’t laced
I said “my heart had a knot”
In the given situation he said” that’s all you got”
“When all the blood in my body seems to clot”
I forgot everything in the kiss that followed
And he was still unaware of the bitter destiny that I had unwillingly swallowed
The knots played naughty later that night
I called him up and said “maybe it’s time for some white”
My last moments I spent in his arms
Possessed by the magic of his charms
His eyes conveyed his shock but he didn’t cry
Till the last moment he urged me to try
Now I’m up here in the sky, smiling coz he puts up a front only describable as brave
And continues to ensure that mine is not white but the most colorful grave……


Suchita…….