Crimson Love

A single rose lay on his grave. Blood red, long stemmed. At the spot where his heart would have been. It lay there, through rain and shine. Just one rose, replaced everyday by a shaking hand. Just one rose compared to the bouquets of hothouse flowers on the neighboring graves. One fresh rose, as opposed to the thousands of wilting blooms around it. Just one rose, a humble sign of undying devotion.

Exotic Fantasies

An exotic black rose opens its petals to kiss the gentle breeze. The advent of this wild beauty into the chaotic world brings out a new perspective, unravels a new realm of imagination, and brings about a fresh change in a world full of sordid expressions. It takes me on a journey along with a trusted friend into a galaxy of dreams and hopes, where the stars and planets, bursting with potential, wait for a golden touch to make them real. And we move on spinning a web of fantasies, each one as exotic as a black rose bursting out in full bloom.