A Beauty Vile
A rose blood red hangs on the eaves,
But fade it must, its beauty cease,

For is but scorned yon crimson rose,
By the ignorance of all of those,

Who pass it by dawn, day and dusk,
Yet not a moment do they entrust,

To marvel at this mute rendition,
That could entrance a population,

Yet you O friend, who never cared,
To feel its love while it still dared,

To fill the senses of passers by,
With a fragrance deep that never would die,

Beseech O friend each human being,
To fulfill what it never dreams,

And yet could that rose bloom again,
Poison potent throbbing in its vein,

The rose O friend is life untold,
A beauty vile that fills our soul..
~Samir

Founder
O how people change as life passes by,
Never do they care to question but why,

For feelings myriad come and go everyday,
But the wonders of love do ever hold sway,

In a twinkle of an eye or the drop of a tear,
Is often found joy so innocent and pure,

A wonder it is, how love strikes us down,
Though some may forgo it's joy with a frown,

A wonder is that a heart broken does yet cling to hope,
In freefall does it term its despair a joke,

That this naive heart may change the future is true,
For good or for worse a melange does it brew,

Gaze, O watcher, into this whirling storm of feelings,
Where yon lonely heart battles to muster its dealings,

Tremulous it is as it struggles to fight,
Its very own demons and put them to flight,

But decide it must to whirl or to break free,
For freedom's not all that its meant to be,

Behold O watcher! Yon heart is but a snowflake pure.
Destined to founder and soar anon.
~Samir

[ I shall add more poems to this page from time to time :) ]