Reverie Roses

All pricked and bruised by thorns of realm

I planted crimson roses of my dreams

Seed of my insatiable desires

Sunlight of my wanton cravings

Nurtured by my chaste fantasies

Showered by inner most ravings

My beautiful garden of enigma

My enchanting rose of charisma

Every passing day, I stared longingly

Impatient to see my saplings unravel

Gradually my dreams started sprouting

Flourishing, prospering, petal to petal

Pretty soon I could see my roses bloom

A magnificent spread of artistry

Finally I had my blossom buddy

What an impeccable amigo to be

So inestimable, so precious

That I couldn’t tear myself away

Rising dawn or downing dusk

Nothing could perturb our play

In perfect harmony with my rose

Those moments were there to stay

 Mesmerized and so pleasantly amazed

How my rose blessed me with vibrancy

All those dreams that I have conjured

My rose graced them with vivacity

I could sit and converse for hours

And it would never argue back

I wasn’t forced to fit in pesky frames

With my rose ,I was me, not a fake

Days in days out, I would spend

Just adoring and cherishing my rose

All my pains were nonexistent now

So much happiness it did bestow

My rose, the answer to my prayers

My consuetude, my addiction

All consumed, I was breathing life

So much satiety, so much of perfection

But I forgot, it was a perishable gift

Relentless trials are useless

It is meant to be confiscated

Like my other tattered hopes

This dream too will get culminated

Finally one dark night, autumn fall

And invaded my lovely rose

Prefixed short term camaraderie was over

I was severed from my sweet repose

Radiance was lost

Colors were faded

With each ambling moment

My aide ,my convoy was raided

Again my eyes were dry

Bereft of ferment

My discourses were empty

Bereft of incitement

Glee ripped, smiles torn

Stripped off hopes,left alone

Sitting, staring at void again

As my rose, my reverie was gone…..