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Move on....
True love nurtures you...
Untrue love withers you...
It's better to forget those faded thoughts
Which doesn't owe you any more
Let them evaporate and rise higher
Free up your mind from poisonous memories.
This will surely heal your soul

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i feel
the grief of withered lavenders
on my skin.
dried. compressed. lifeless.

the chaos they whisper
being pressed between the pages,
in the midnight silence
wraps me in,
and i feel the rushing air around,
blowing me down
on the floor where
i was being compressed like a paper.

i feel
the misery, the weariness, the end.
i feel
how it feels to be lifeless
being living.
i feel
how it feels to be withered
and unloved.
i feel the scents of lovers
dying between pages
like an old lavender.

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I was thankful to my mind..
It forgot the password to let
my heart log in into an ill-lit
account spammed with guilt
hurt ,unworthiness ,anger
and full of remorseful trashes!

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A year ago, I was a fallen leaf.
Bright and beautiful, but withered.
Then I bloomed again, all green.
It's time once more, for another fall.

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Why withering was the only fate that flower ever earned ?????

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I woke up to the sound
of a singing breeze
mingled with the footsteps
of withered greens.

What an irony,
to find lullabies painted
on outskirts of dim mirages

by the wind
for lost homesick leaves,
telling them verses

of the forthcoming spring,
with assurance.

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before her
he was just wither

now with her
he's all hers.

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It's really disheartening to witness your strongest bond to wither away gradually and you residing at the verge of helplessness...

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