Sometimes we are so oblivious to the love around us that we
let that beautiful Rose die. The death is suicidal or a murder who cares or
does it even matter because now it’s not there.
Who is at fault? The Loner lost in what he ever wanted and
not knowing what he actually needed or that innocent Rose who just bloomed for
others to be happy and in the very least an eye of appreciation.
The Rose did bleed with wounds many a times as the Loner
kept it with him but never looked at it. Its mere existence was a fallacy. As
life is a color or rather changing colors and so was the rose and so were his
wounds. The loner could not see those wounds present as he hardly got the time
from shuttling from his past and the future. Is ignorance really a bliss??
Is Loner a bad person? Who knows about that and who are we
to judge that but then why do we see the Rose as a victim.
We all have been the Loner as well as the Rose at some point
of time because life is fair and we are sitting in a whirligig. Still somehow I
feel don’t let the Rose die as how many of the Loners are lucky to have a
blossom in their garden of loneliness.
PS: Present is present to feel it
