One day

There is a flower vase with roses In the middle of the room Enchanting passerby with its regal bloom Dreamy sweet fragrance   Days gone by I see the roses, not blooming Just there, wilting Unnoticed for days And one day will never be   There is a flower vase with lilies now Mesmerising passerby…

Her…

In midst of all the chaos, Her stillness was captivating.  She was a work of art, The first work of art. Untouched and Unrefined, Purely deep and raw. In midst of all the normalcy,  Her quirks were dazzling. She was a rare ruin,  The ethereal ruin. Yet to be unearthed, Her mysteries unknown. In midst…