A Blue Rose

Half wilted, Half healthy

there was a blue rose,

thinking her outburst

will never be heard

amongst these cloudbursts.

Her roots were frail

like the planted fresh,

Her head was down

like the sickly worn,

every drop of rain

that fell upon her petal

seemed too heavy to tackle.

Bleeding stems & torn leaves,

endured their best from cease.

Just in the moment to give up,

I decided to come up,

and talked as her inner voice.

 

"Remember who you are?"

Ages back, Ages old,

you were a blue rose

seeded in a filthy land.

Grown-up much unaware,

of how your close shadows were.

Even with fear, you fought

with two deadly daffodils,

Even while uncertain,

you decided to outgrow them.

You remember? 

You outgrew them!

Caught amidst the oleanders,

you still remained a blue rose

that you are, as you are.

You remember?

You remained as you are!

Did you really forget?

How much you wept,

the nights you wept,

pretending as a cactus 

to your beloved butterfly,

because of those circumstances

Hurting him, hurting you.

Do you remember?

 

You cry over that sudden storm,

that came without any sign.

But darling, I insist it's all good.

See yourself, See around.

You are in a valley,

The place of your dreams,

from that tropic of Capricorn 

to the northern river of Elbes.

It was those storms,

that plugged your twisted roots

from the soil, you don't belong.

It was those tornadoes,

that carried you all along

planting you in your place.

These petals that are wilting,

will serve as the compost.

These water drops falling,

will help you in growing.

 

It takes some time, take some time.

You are gonna come alive,

like never before.

And your beloved butterfly,

will come for you too.

Sharing all the honey,

you saved all this way.

That day, the skies will be happy,

I, the Lord will smile.

Believe, Believe, Believe,

You both will live a life

Far beyond the dreams,

soon a reality will manifest,

that's much more magnificent.

Until, hold on, Just hold on.

 

-Sivambika