The Eternal Rose
Today, it has been a decade
But the smell is still the same as the rose in my diary which I bought for you.
I can still smell the fragrance of those attempts where I was a failure.
A few days back, I went to the school where I met you for the first time. From that day you became the cynosure of my heart. The smell coming from the canteen reminded me of the days when we used to be together and had lots of fun. Your magical smile of yours always faded my hidden scars. I felt breathless when you used to hold my hand. It looked as if you have lightened my murky skies. You always treated me as a good friend but someday I fell in love with your charm.
And then…
The people and things which I loved were just an illusion leaving behind the memories which will accompany me to my grave.
When you hugged me in my dream my soul was immersed in your scent and that still lingers in my heart.
I still comfort my heart by thinking that we both stay under the same sky. Maybe the air she breathes exists in me when I inhale.
I want to stitch my broken heart with your nerves to let you know my love is mine for you.
I never want a coffee to stay up at night because the memories of yours work about a night.
My answer was always YES but you never asked me and I never dared to reveal my love for you.
At last….
This will always be one side of love.
Love poetry by Maseera Batool
