roses

roses are red.
but still, there are roses of various kinds
reds of various tones
and scents of many.

and sometimes it's not that certain bloom that attracts.
sometimes they don't.
and they hunt for another.

so it's either you indulge in your weary,
or you halt on the worry.
i'd choose the latter.

so roses are red.
violets could be blue.

and we'd hang on to the ones that stay,
and let go of the ones that fly.
and got lost in the wind and breeze.

breathe

the skies, they seem a little brighter,
the paths a little clearer, too.
the winds, they seem to blow a little cooler,
the birds, a little more melodious melody, too.
the scents, a little fresher,
the clouds, a little whiter,
the roads, a little less bumpier.

just for as long as you'd never look back,
that's just how smooth this journey would be.

breathe a more beautiful scent.
face the walk.
always keep your head held high.

for words shan't bring thou down.

suffice

Some leaves are blue,
But they appear green,
only to camouflage.
to portray a serenity that does not exist.

Some clouds are black.
But a white is what they portray
to create a vibe of purity
ones they don't even own.

And some flowers are yellow
but a red paint it wears
just to seal
what it really hides inside.

But when the rains, they fall
They wash away the vibrant colours
of painting
And a real-ness they appear as.

They could no longer hide
as the truth
they're out
though sealed.

But just see a green, if that's what they'd want to portray
or a white, if that's they want to show,
and rather a yellow,
if that's what they'd prefer.

There's not a need for a rhyme
or a word or two
as no words
is all that it needs.
to suffice.