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The Desert & The Red rose.

The Desert & The Red rose. _che. The desert have seen hottest of the hot days, survived without a drop of water, witnessed the venomous snakes, has been through the night cold winds that freezes the beings to death. But for the first time the desert saw a red rose. Her tender curves folded and unfolded into whirls forming a maze of beauty. A maze with only entrance and no exit. A maze with where one never thinks of stepping out. The desert astonished at such a beauty. The moment the desert saw the rose, is the moment the desert fell in love with the rose. The desert decided to nourish the rose, grow it, love it. Desert never wants to leave the rose. So the desert created an oasis. Watered the plant from it. But the sun scorched delicate petals of the rose. So the desert made the date trees, long and crowded forming a canopy over the rose. The rose felt lonely. The desert invited the birds to chatter with the rose. Till then, just a land of sand, the desert is, but now it be...
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How Blue is my Sapphire

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How Blue is my Sapphire _by MCD Can we call sun and moon as anti-social?! Oh sorry, they don’t live in society like we do. Then where do they live? They live in cosmos. So I think they might be called as ‘Anti-celestial?’. Hey wait did I said that ‘they live in cosmos’?? do they live? Hmm.. I think I am going crazy. I should find a way to sooth my aching mind. The more I hibernate on this bed the more these pointless questions kill my mind. After spending a total 48 hours in a lonely big house and with a sick body that reads 136F on the Fahrenheit thermometer a little headache is something you can expect. I just want to move my ass out from these drapes and throw myself out of this house. So I did. Slowly I stepped towards the bedroom door. As I stepped out of the bedroom I turned and glanced into it. Pillow fell on the floor, drapes curled and pushed to one side of the bed. I turned towards hall and taking one step at a time I moved towards the hall’s main door. I turned i...
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The Wish of a Black Rose.

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The Wish of a Black Rose. _MCD. Ever since I was a bud; Ever since my little, delicate petals are enclosed in the protective hug of sepals; I heard the couple’s voice. They talk and talk and talk till the sun goes down, till the birds return to nest, till the light takes a nap and the night wake up. I wonder if they never get bored. I never did. His sweet words blending in the honey from her voice, they together made the best delicacy I have ever heard before. No wonder they never get bored. I wanted to see them. but I have to wait until the ‘right time comes’ as the leaves told me. But when does that 'right time' comes? I don’t know. Neither does leaves. but then the thorns whispered from beneath, “one fine morning when the touch of the warmth shine comes straight from that yellow ball rolling in the sky, when the cool breeze comes to you climbing mountains, crossing meadows, touching oceans, travelling deserts, carrying the scent from everywhere they go and gift i...
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