Left Behind

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Out there, somewhere in the woods

There is a flower that speaks of you

Born the moment you first smiled at me

And still blooming while you bade adieu.

There is a spring that speaks of your tears

Of painful departure and hours of pleasure

And you know the butterflies you once chased

Now look for their colors in some hidden treasure

The moments of ecstasy might have passed

And the flames surely have been doused

But every time the sun pierces through the gloom

The old fragrances reunite, alive and aroused.

Come home my dear, come back and behold

The brook has lost its flow and the song knows no tune

And they who pass by those woods now feel ditched and broken,

Being once promised fluid for life and a melody to croon.

Out there, somewhere in the woods

There is a flower that you had left behind

Though weathered and bereft of freshness,

Bears traces of the past, preserved for you to find.

A Tale Of Radiance

The stroke of a stick
Brought me in this world.
Slowly I began to grow
And my brilliance unfurled.

Don't you know me anymore?
Your erstwhile companion of the nights
Or your eyes have been blinded
By those glowing balls, you call lights?

But you still find me an act of romance
Put me on tables to dance in those eyes
I flicker in shyness,stranded between.
So that's what you call love, I surmise.

I stand by you on those nights
When those crystals deceive you.
I glow in silence while you pray
To spread light I need no cue.

Please don't blow me off yet
I just fought with a violent breeze.
Let me glow till the wax stands..
Oh! I can't even beg on my knees

Amidst your lights, I do hold my pride
Even the daylight I dare not blame.
At my brightest best before I die.

Still your friend, a candle flame.