How much of an Orchid you are?

So beautifully bloomed in the shade of a tree

In the VIBGYOR of colours, you camouflage yourself in

A fragrance so vehement, enough to allure me.


Such bliss of uniqueness in a single flower

Blessed with both in tandem-

One deriving the ancestral characters of love;Synapomorphy

Also, the one having its own romance;Apomorphy


Although holds the justice of bilateral symmetry,

Unfortunately, resupinate on a mango tree.

O dear Orchid! Why would you let the tree host you?

Why would you not live on your own?




You don’t take benefit from the tree

And yet it takes the credit of your charm.

It holds the soil beneath firmly to stand abreast

And let you dangle on its branch with no harm.


O dear Orchid! Stop being the reliant you.

Be a white rose instead

With a black rose like me

We shall graft out our way together

Being the epic monochromatic beauty!












Momma Margery howling so high
was in excruciating pain
could be in a fear of losing
what she deserves to gain.

There comes out two peas of a pod
thus the labour was not wasted
the four-legged beauties adored by all
while a third one was also nested.

The third one was a bolt from the blue
dibilitating and unappealing
eyes were not as awed as before
but momma licked her with the same feeling.

Months passed, the babies grew
playing along with each other
games were same, so was vigour
temperament varied, however same mother.

Two peas of a pod wagged their tails
while the third one sniffed
two peas of a pod liked to get cuddled
while the third one gets miffed.

More days passed, Margery died
puppies entered adolescence
nights were silent and weary
 not for the one with the sixth sense.

'Tick-Tick' sound, the third one raised
all eyes shut, not hers
two black shadows entered the house
 all ears to the whispers.

One more step in the house
she didn't wait anymore
barked continuously, grabbed the leg
them weren't the people to adore.

Lights on!Two peas barked
sniffed the blood staining the floor
the third one was hugged,kissed
Heroism needs description nomore!





All aware, still here
In all conscious
Still to get the hold of my breath
Losing my conscience
Feeling all numb
Thinking how would I die?

A romantic death?
When he would be holding my waist
Looking into each other’s eyes
Rolling tears turning ice
I don’t need the luxury of pottery barn
I would want to die in your arms.

An adventurous death?
I would feel my body to be stiff
When they would push me off the cliff
Hoping I would return as it is
But then the knife of air would cut the rope
And I see the waves in a hope
Telling the sea not to be calm
I would want to die in your arms.

A silent death?
Lying on my bed
My blood playing the part
The flow slows itself down
As if it is to drown
The death will lose its charm
Still telling the bed that
I would want to die in your arms.

A suicidal death?
In some depression
A gloomy mood
Gulping the tablets
When the sun rises
Not even listening to the alarm
Telling the dawn
I would want to die in your arms!