Dead Rose

 

She woke up to darkness, yet once again.

Alas! What had life gifted her repeatedly?

Loneliness gift wrapped by misery, tied by dreariness! What had she done so wrong, she always wondered! She woke up with her tattered Hope and scarred heart. The wounds inflicted by life were always unseen by the naked eye cause they were veiled so beautifully by her persona. Her eyes camouflaged the pain with a false brightness, her broken smile hidden by a twinkling one. Yet there was only one who had seen behind all this. She waited for him every dawn. Every dusk giving up hope!

Hoping for that day, he would come back from the life support system just for her system to become normal again! Like a dead rose she went about life. She lit the candle every single day hoping she would get that call from the hospital saying he has woken up. Today was no different. Just as she had finished lighting the candle, it had extinguished. She wondered if she had kept the window open. Just then the phone rang. She ran to it. The cold clinical voice without a touch of emotion had told her, he had left the world forever. She knew not how long she stood there. Today the dead rose had also been buried forever!