Flowering Trees

Flowers marked me,

Standing a blossom tree.

Searching for flowers.

They did come.

Many think
Dreams of flowers
Are real.
I filled flowers with
Offerings.
Flowers is not a message
Flower Should not become a message
Flowers are to wither.
No one needs flowers that
Withered yesterday!
Remembering even
The withered flowers
Is against the Nature!
Flowering tree shouldn;t feel loneliness.
So felling flowers,
I kept my loniless away,
There was no fragrance of flowers
On my trunk
Finally flowers did forget me.
None recognized me.
Each flower hurried to grow.
Is growth a sin?
In the fulfillment of growth
Even if beauty and fragrance are gained,
A fall is inevitable.
I got bored
Looking up again and again.
Can you put me down?

Solitude

I build a monument for my sorrows

On the planet of solitude.
Thoughts fly like butterflies.

The friends who said would come

Do not call even.

Grief is not for the mind to bear now.

Its the right of the body.

Grief has neither languages nor countries or homes.

They began from one place and goes somewhere.

But will my body suffice to harbor

The Wandering Pains?

I wait on the beaches of memories

But my mind is now shattered as sand.

Is this fragmentation

My existence?

I walk, wafting off many people in me.

All soft emotions turned hard iron,

By the touch of time.

How changed I am!