The wild flower - Part 1

They were not supposed to meet
A wild flower and a garden rose
But destiny thought it otherwise

Garden was close to wilderness
Among many other flowers grew
Red rose with many sharp thorns

She was fully aware of her grace
She was the queen of the garden
The hermit gave it the most care

The hermit lived in a wooden hut
With garden at the edge of forest
Made medicines with wild herbs

One spring after tremendous rainfall
Some new ferns and shrubs appeared
On the edge outside the garden fences

Freshly bathed and scented, the rose
First didn't even bother to outsiders
The vagabond plants were too lowly

Few days later upon the new plants
Came a sparkling white wild flower
Sun basking her petals, rose noticed

But of course the rose was too proud
To talk, she kept mum for quite long
The wild flower scanned the garden

Not used to formalities of the garden
He chatted with most garden flowers
Everyone felt that he was little crude

The wild flower - Part 2

Being from the wild, he had instincts

The wild flower could communicate

With birds, insects and trees around

He found the garden flowers shallow

They were not concerned beyond the

Garden where they all lived and died

The plants and creatures outside were

Considered lowly and not trustworthy

Even white wild flower was left alone

The wild flower soon turned towards

The forest and became good friends

With a visiting swallow bird nearby

He heard about the swallows tales

Crossing oceans, whales, mountains

But the swallow soon flew far away

Wild flower remained lost in thoughts

Painting vast landscapes in his mind

He had no company but was in bliss

One day early evening when flowers

Prepared for their long beauty sleep

Rose discreetly spoke to wild flower

'It was always my dream to fly

Soar the horizon, touch the clouds

The wind would lift all my petals'

'Amazing', the wild flower said to her

'But we are plants rooted to ground

The swallow said its beautiful above'

The wild flower - Part 3

And thus the rose and the wild flower

Mingled and talked irrelevant things

Like tigers, hedgehogs and wild frogs

The rose said she was totally fearless

Because of her thorns like sharp claws

'My leaves are webbed, I can also swim'

The wild flower was too much in awe

To make any contradictions to claims

Dazed he felt she could swim and claw

Weeks passed and they became so close

Much to every garden flowers' contempt

How could their prize value a vagabond?

But there was more coming on their way

The mighty King came hunting to forest 

While chasing deer he fell from his horse

His foot was badly bruised and broken

The soldiers knew of hermit's medicine

They carried the fallen king to the hut

It took three weeks for hermit treatment

Herbal ointments and boiled root paste

And the king was back on his feet again

Before leaving the king saw the garden

Impressed the king told the hermit that

He wanted the rose to gift his daughter

The hermit was taken aback and said

'I don't intend pluck any of my flowers

They wither to death soon there after

But since you are my guest of honor

I don't make promises, but shall see

If it's what is truly meant to be done'

The wild flower - Part 4

Thus word spread across the garden

The rose will be part of royal bouquet

She'll reach the princess in her tower

The flowers all ushered to the rose

Will they tie on her golden ribbons?

And be draped in a royal silk scarf

Even the rose felt truly honored

She had reached the peak of life

Her beauty will be royal legend

She grew anxious in happiness

For dawn of Princess's birthday

But the wild flower was unhappy

'The rich royal scum have no right

To uproot you from your ground

Stay back I'll defend you always!'

But the rose knew her time had come

She'll be uprooted and soon be killed

But have her final moments of glory

'Farewell my dear friend I'll miss you

You were only one to see behind the

Lavishness, I'll soon come to my end'

'No!' said the wild flower, 'We'll all

Rebel and never let you be grabbed'

But all flowers minded own business

And the night before princess b'day

The wild flower saw he was helpless

His dear will be taken and he'll see it

Though tormented and fighting within

That dawn when he closed eyes a wink

When his eyes opened, rose was stolen

The garden flowers forgot next moment

But wild flower planned to take revenge

Till he realized everything in life is futile

The wild flower - Part 5

With days wild flower grew restless

He wished to set out to search rose

But he was a plant and deep rooted

Maybe the swallow will return soon

I'll ask for a ride in her beak and fly

To find the royal bouquet with rose

But the swallow never came back

Slowly the shrubs became a mess

Wild flower was withering away

Then one day the hermit did notice

There were so many weeds outside

The garden now looked so clumsy

Next day the shrubs and weeds

Were all cleared, the wild flower

Was never ever heard of again

The garden flowers made a legend

That the wild flower went to temple

And became part of God's garland

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'Cough! Cough!' wild flower sneezed

'Wohoooooo! Now I can fly!', rose said,

'It's cold here now just hold my hands!'

The rose and the wild flower sat adjacent

Two flower pots kept at princess's window

Up on top of the tower of the King's castle

The wise hermit gifted plants with roots

And with the wind the rose spread leaves

Holding together they touched the clouds

The End

Decided to speak

Here's an old poem I wrote months back...
One of my personal favourites!

Decided to speak

There was a tree

Near an old street

Sat and meditated

For years and years

Until one fine day

A kindly God arrived

Gave a boon to him

Ask anything, you'll get

The God promised 

To come next day

And grant whatever

The tree wished for

Tree started thinking

What did it really need?

Sunshine, rain and earth

It always got plenty

Flowers, fruits and leaves

Always produced in season

Playful squirrels and birds

Rested happily on branches

All through the night

The tree pondered

What was worth having

Suitable gift from God?

At dawn the cuckoo called

And the tree knew at once

What he really wanted

Decided he wanted to speak

He had never spoken before

Even when screaming inside

The rabbit when killed by a dog

Delicate sapling when trampled

With the first rays of Sun

The God arrived again

And asked if tree was sure

The Gift can't be returned

'Yes I am', said the tree

The apparition disappeared

'Haah! I can speak now'

Growled the proud tree

A milkman was passing

Early morning with milk

'Good morning! Regards

To your sacred white cow!'

The milkman in utter shock

Looked up at the branches

"Hey! Its me", added the tree

"Bhoot! Bhoot!" away he ran

Rumour spread like wildfire

And the street got deserted

"These cowardly humans!

But I like solitude", tree said

Two white pigeons were

Snuggling in their nest

Tree said, "It's so hot here!"

In fright pigeons flew away

"Not really my friends"

Said the tree to himself

Very soon every squirrel

Disappeared with the nuts

Even the seasonal woodpecker

Decided to bore other trees

"At least I'm spared the pain"

But it was bitter sarcasm

So everyone left, tree alone

Only a quiet butterfly came

Sat quietly on its branches

Always left every evening

The tree in the cacophony of

Birds, squirrels and humans

Had never noticed it before

Butterfly now the only one

She sat on his green leaves

Hopped between branches

Sometimes she napped and

Flew to flowers for nectar

With her the tree never felt

Any urge to ever speak out

There was nothing to say

The moments were complete

And months passed in bliss

The tree didn't once speak

Autumn had now passed

Winter slowly made its way

Flowers all disappeared

The starving butterfly

Gave a hug to the tree

And decided to fly away

The tree wished to say

A final goodbye to her

But emotions choked him

Words remained unsaid

Many years passed since

In quiet contemplation

The tree's growls were

Soon forgotten by all

The birds and squirrels

Returned back with joy

Even the milkman went

Chanting - 'Ram, Ram'

But the butterfly never

Came back even once

Everything became normal

The tree never spoke again

Tides

You then left
Too suddenly
From my life
Without trace

I wasn't even
Informed well
You moved on
Before I knew

It's fine actually
Was meant to be
Problem was the
Time lapse there

I was too quick
To make a move
You were faster
Leave and let go

Now that it ended
There's eternity of
Time between us
The tides can ebb