LOVE ON OLD BELONGINGS AND BEYOND...

 The old Camera 

I captured every greeting

From the day of our first meeting

Then I was new

 Still very own of you

 I gave you, your status and honour

You gave me the platform to deliver

I was in the process of your brilliance

You were my reason for being in capturing romance

You captured the gala days, unforgettable memories

I was your constant comparison even in your maladies

You carried me on an adventure; way abroad

Where nature's splendor made my brag to erode

You captured Plethora of iconic moments

I was like your ready garment

Now I am old , pale, discolored like pauper old man

But still I am your Ally forever young man

One day you may replace me , citing I am old, back dated 

But our friendship will always be updated

I may come once again

To make your dream joyous once again

A DARK FANTASY

 THE BLACK ROSE

 I wondered , I confused to myself 

 I swear , I could imagine not to be there 

 But My destiny, my reluctant ally mistrust me

I nurtured the beautiful roses in my dim Eden, my orchard

Where you supposed to radiate your humor, your positive light

Could enlighten my Smokey dark insight of mind

I still have the vision, I could see your divine presence 

At the convicted corner of my dying serenity

You proposed the rose , rosy velvet , the coveted love

Unrequited, unconditional and eloquent that I couldn't preserve

Who should care to my lovely roses?  the symbol encrypted in my chest 

Like " SCARLETT LETTER " I can't remove, neither I dare too !

Perhaps I want to carry the memoir of you

So I found  even the roses become black, pale and sicken but certainly special as you.