The Red Rose

After all, the life decided to unveil itself telling that it is not at all the coziness of blanket filled with roses. Rather, it has not only thorns, the roses have leaves, stem and of course thorns with it. So holistically, it is complete.

 An idea of being GREY-and that it what we do not want to see. The portrait of our life comprises just good and bad at the initial years of life and till adolescence, we live in that portrait embossed. Gradually the greyishness starts, which demands us to get swayed away by the situation, selfishly asking to adjust with it. Not the least, the situations ask us to do what they want to do.

Why? No reason! The roses tell us that I am a fake part of your portrait- a fabrication, which is just visible to you in thoughts and dreams. Someday I would come to you for a moment and vanish in a small sight, but my parts-leaves, stems, and thorns will stay with you to remind of roses, in the hope that one day you will see a blooming rose.