Bring me a rose

                        Bring me a rose 

Bring me a rose,
And pull a chair next to me
Now lower your face,
such that I can fit in a little whisper
 into your ear...
I hope it doesn't spill out
For the walls to hear...

Now here are the things I'd never tell you otherwise,
And listen to me closely
For I let go of my pride
that used to infatuate me
And you do know,
that this happens not often
but very rarely!

Here, are the answers you seek
That I hid under my pride
The answers that can fill every 
curious rift in your mind
But here,they are for you
to uncover 
Wrap your arms around it 
And gather all that you can
For I won't offer it another time
Not quite so generously...


You taught me to love
For I knew not what it meant
You had read and researched it so immensely...
I looked down upon how you dictated of a love
A love,that I thought you'd not felt but just read
And yet you spoke of it
So very passionately

 I love how you hold me by my shoulders
Once I've closed my eyes.
You gently spin me around to yourself
"Open those beautiful eyes of yours and look at me
Here's all the hope and  the love you'll ever need!"
And you laugh into my ears...
You laugh so loud,
It silences all those sobs and tears!

You sleep while you talk to me
At times, you dream a dream in a minute
And wake up to narrate it to me
I've seen my little cousin sleep like that
And thanks to the sleepless nights I have
I have watched your childlike face sink into that pillow,
and wake for a few seconds to 
bless me with a smile
And then fall back asleep!

You amuse me,
When you have no complains
Little grudges you hold against people
Only speak of your callowness 
Which I wish I could've shared with you
Like those grapes and nuts you crack,
To feed yourself and me.. 

I like it when you see
me in the little birds in your balcony,
"She's tiny,just like you...
And yesterday I saw a cat,
 who looked at me like you do..."
The birds,they make you feel less alone,
But I've found nothing that'd quite replace you...

Your face I trace out with my fingers
I do that because I wish to trace myself back to you
Even this poem of mine,
Will stay here for me to come 
back and find you within these 
words and the little spaces amidst them
Find me a bird or a cat 
would you?
But until then,
sit next to me on this chair
And let me whisper all this to you
Do listen to me patiently...