Rose Without Flowers Poem by Dosvedanya Rashia

I wish there could be something
Behind your words…

My own eyes, the wrong color
For poetry or love
Gaze helplessly at a pure blue shade
Impossible to become…


Shallow words are enough
Perhaps to live on…
The Kisses, given freely as Lord Krishnov’s
Enough to dwell on for a short life
Devoid of sense…

It is enough for me I think
To live in my fantasy world
Imagining emotions,
Along the walk to a peaceful
Tombstone.

It is enough to dwell on
A touch which never occurred
On small clichéd phrases
Given and repeated automatically

Did you know how I cherish them all?
Sweep them in and gather them up;
My Eyesight, dwindling and dissipating
From mirror-writing their type-set
Into the imitation of a lover’s hand?


My cares were
Ages gone, since that day

Yes, A life of shadows
Is enough for me to live for
How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways…