Sapphire Rose
by: Haresh Daswani

Glowing amidst the midnight sky,
whose scent intoxicates my soul...
Dear flower beacons through the forest,
as if attracting a moth to a lamp,
innocent and naive of its gift,
eyes simply marvel at the sight...

The blooming smile sets my head spinning,
with dream memories I cherish most,
a craving of a past event,
the one instance,
where a spell of the sphere was set upon,
separating me from reality's noise...

Loving the sapphire rose brings fear of rejection,
never to be seen again but in a faint dream...
Of mysteries is the gesture of the leaf,
welcoming with an embrace,
or a game that it plays...

Reminiscing upon the diary of past,
the story of a rose,
the apparition,
the reality...