Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Rose Plant

This is a small story of a rose plant. Once a lady planted a small sapling of the rose plant on a small piece of Earth. That plant started to give out stems and was always trying to maintain a firm hold on the ground. He was happy and was feeling great. He was young, full of dreams and full of aspirations. What were his dream and aspirations no one knows. He started to give red roses (they were not beautiful as such). He always wanted to spread his fragrance and beauty. People started to like him. Some became his friends and he happily let them have one piece of his flowers to them. They use to come by and stop to be with him. And every time he use to listen to them and then give them one red rose every time. He was happy. He was overjoyed that he was able to help his folks.

One day, a stranger came to him. She was overjoyed to look at this young red rose plant. He became her friend and she started to take his flowers every time. This girl was different. She started frequenting him regularly. She uses to tend to him and water him regularly. And this young plant started to like her. She use to spend her countless of hours with him. He felt, like he is in his bliss. He was happy and all joyful. He started giving up more beautiful and fragrant roses. His previous friends were always there and they liked this new development with this red rose. His stems grew and his leaves became bigger. He knew, he has something which is helping him grow beautifully. But little he knew that instead of his own roots for water and own leaves for air, he gradually relying on this young lady. Because she uses to water him regularly, she use to spend her time with him giving him some air of her own and then when this plant needed some shed from the sun above, she was always there. When she doesn't use to visit him, he use to get restless and one could see that his red roses were not the usual. They were big but not tht beautiful. This plant was though unaware of this fact. One day, she left him. He didn't know what struck him.

His roots were not that strong now that he could consume water properly. His leaves started to wilt. His friends were still always there. They use to come to him regularly, remember. They felt something is wrong with their dear friend (The Rose Plant). They felt he now needs some water and some tending... So they use to do it regularly. Rose was again started to feel that he has some life left. He can grow again. But this time, it was different. He continues to give his roses to others but then there were also some thorns on the stem. Some who were not careful use to get their fingers pricked while those who were careful still use to have hard time taking one rose from the plant. This Rose plant was not happy at this development. And still his friends won't complain because they knew, with Roses there is always thorns attached.

Now he has recovered. His roots were strong again and his leaves were again full of life. And he came to know that he needs to give thorns along with his roses so that people can really enjoy the charm of the rose. What is the gain without a pain? What is the fun without the adventure?

Still he use to long for one person who can again make him feel what is actually a Love. Few days passed, days turns out to weeks and weeks to months and gradually months turned into years. He was still waiting, doing his usual chores, giving others his flowers and his fragrance, with some thorns.

His wait one day came to an end. He met one person, a complete stranger again. He somehow felt, there is something different about this one person. She doesn't come to him for his flowers or anything, but just his company. He started to like her and she use to spend her hours with him. She uses to tell him her happiness and her sorrows. She use to play with him and do crazy stuffs. This plant wanted to give her his red roses but she was reluctant to take one. He started to fell in love with her. But this time, he doesn't want to have the same fate that he had once suffered. So he was waiting. One day, she did took one flower from him and he was on the clouds. He showed her his love by shaking his petals on her. He shook his stem so that this girl can touch his stem and make him feel the warmth.

He said I love you to the girl in his own way. Girl understood and she hugged him regardless of the fact that those stems were still thorny. But then miracle of love was such that because of her love, those thorns just became so soft that she didn't got hurt. And u can imagine the wonder this Rose plant felt.

He was again blessed. And this time, he doesn't want to fail. Because he know, if this time he fails, no one will be able to help him again, and he will be left alone on the same soil for wilting and sad death. And this is the reason for his grief, his greed, his eagerness to spend some time with her. This is the reason that he cries when she is not near. This is the reason sometimes he feel neglected even though he knows in his heart that the girl is not neglecting. This is the reason; he always wants her to be with him. So that he can always give her his flowers sans thorns and keep her happy. This is the reason, he wants to believe that where there is a love, there is everything. And he want to make her believe that he is always there with her, no matter what and how. He is always there with same blooming Roses around. Some will wilt some will remain. What remain will be his love and his life. :)

Friday, March 27, 2009

-: Forbidden Heaven :-

-: Forbidden Heaven :-

The road I once strolled,
The barren land,
Cold and terrified,
I kept on walking

With roses around,
I forgot they have thorns attached.
The flying bits of feathers were beautiful,
I forgot, they will choke as well


The cold air rushed past my hair,
I can feel the chill cross my spine.
Little difference it makes now,
Whether I am dead or alive at the moment.

But I promise,
I will brave this tough road.
I won't choke,
I will bleed, bit won't cry
I will get hurt, but won't complain.


I now know this place,
I have been here before.
Forbidden heaven this place is.

Last time I failed myself,
This time I promise,
I will go to the end of the road.


I will find my destiny,
I believe.
I also will have my share of happiness.

My all wounds will heal,
My heart will once again beat,
To the rhythm of Love.


I will feel the fresh air again.
Gardens will be waiting, blooming,
And Birds will sing Song of the Souls.

And I will lay there,
In your arms my beloved,
On one of the dunes of this
Forbidden Heaven