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words we painted : me , @anushreekejriwa and @crosescribe

blue rose tells red sky purple stories of love

she sees colours of love when she looks into the mirror but is surrounded by dull clouds around her.

a plain love was what she wished for ; yet made to see everything except the true colors .

nothing in her life was meant to be plain. Calmness on her face hid the turbulent waves of sadness inside.

nothing in life is ever plain or maybe not; depends who sees what and how !

she took her heart ~ folded into the clouds above ~ let it float away ~ to rain down on her true love

raindrops fell on the loved one but he was already drenched by the beauty of another butterfly.

some butterflies lose colors, when rains are bent , to wash them away

I can taste the clouds in your tears and the hint of love in your fears

the heart is scared to respond and tears are flowing with a wish that they will be able to calm her.

we start as worms and that is where we will return

and make sure we are remembered by the days in between 😀

the earth engulfs her with open arms and she finally sleeps in peace 🙂

hand and hand we return to the earth ~ sisters of time ~ ready to witness the next birth

while crossing the gate she wishes to step into the new world with an invigorating spirit 🙂

memories in one hand , dreams in another , she moves on , with added burdens

with hope she prays that she will be blessed with a shoulder to share her burdens with

take my shoulders and Ill carry you to the beholder 

I repose faith in you and trust the beholder..


The price

She dreamed this most nights ; the same scene all nights – she is in a blue room full of white roses. As she bends to smell one , she wishes it was red. She doesnt know why she wants a red rose but she just wants it. and then she moves on to the next rose. After few roses, she realizes its a round room so all she does it smell same flower again and again.

She considers this dream to be a omen in her life of every significant day. And it was a good omen in her life indeed until she went to that rose exhibition. The blue round room had hundred of roses in all possible colours. But it was a white rose she touched and wished it would be red.And she heard a man pass her muttering “Some wishes have heavy price”. she turned to confirm if it was said to her but the guy was lost in the crowd.

Later that night , she had the same dream and when she wished for the rose to be red, the thorns on the rose sprang to life. They pricked her fingers to make them bleed. She cried but the blood did not stop till the rose was red. and then she saw the same guy standing next to her; admiring how beautiful the rose was.

Next day she was found dead with blood dripping out of her fingers and a message scribbled next to her body “I thus pay the price”.

 

 

Prompted @ March challenge (day 12 – Horror) and Thursday Tales ( Image prompt)

Love-ly Month

“Love is in the air”
you can feel it yourself
EVERY WHERE
more in feb,than any time
for all the sweet days
that fall in line –
start with a rose,
and a choclate then,
hug your love close
and kiss for the next,
All this comes,
before the fourteenth
and how special that is,
do i need to tell you this ?

 

(The words in bold are the actual days celebrated in month of Feb.)

Written for Months of year challenge – Feb