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February 24, 2012

The Thorn’s Repentance !

by Khanum

A response to The devotion of rose by Khanum.

“It’s you, my thorn – I was a pure white rose , not a single emotion known but just  serenity. You made me mad sometimes and I turned amber flush … then you began to rest in my heart and I became pink. A moment ago just a hint of confession of love from you had me turned red and it’s a blush that alone you cause …. but look at me now. My petals are turning blue … because I thought your devotion was true.”

The rose cried; her blue petals, enshrouded in despair, slowly crumbled away with the gathering wind; thorn scoffing at this spectacle, resolutely turned his back to the fading rose.

The rose dwindled; as each petal, slowly, eventually tore apart from the stalk – it seemed that she mourned; the fragments of her existence nothing but tears of rejection. She dug her carpal in the stalk and attempted to linger, to change her inevitable destiny; all she needed was a few moments – few moments to reason with the thorn, to convince him of her devotion, to behold his devoted smile that she so cherished.

But, no, he did not turn and with a lasting wail, the rose ebbed into non-existence.

The wail was impregnated with so much grievous emotion, that it startled thorn and he turned to face her: but all that greeted him was an empty stalk; a stalk where once the regal flower had twirled her petals and beguiled him.

The thorn choked and tears spluttered down his face; yet again, what he had dreaded, had happened.

Every season it was the same; the thorn would longingly wait for the bud to sprout; then crave for her to blossom; then love her with all his heart once she had bloomed to perfection and then at the very end, when she confessed her love, he would turn his back and scoff. It was the same.

He never learned.Yet his devotion never ceased nor his love ever faded away.

And, so he began to wait for her again.

And, waited.

And, waited until she bloomed again.

written by fellow blogger Anas Shafqat!

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January 29, 2012

~ ! THE DEVOTION OF THE ROSE ! ~

by Khanum

A response to The Devotion of the Thorn by Anas Shafqat!

“Why can you not stay away!?” The rose finally shouted  and huffing loudly, turned her back to the thorn; as if his very countenance was offensive to her highness.

And, at the very moment, when she turned her back, he whispered in a voice that even the most flamboyant critic would not have considered devoid of utmost devotion:

“For the sake of protecting you from those that ever yearn to ruin you.”

…The rose turned back , a flicker of emotion on her face, a skip of a heart beat and her thorn infront of her just inches away.. . The butterflies came interrupting but she simply silenced them with a soft hush…’sshh…My thorn’s finally admitting O’ sweet ones! ..don’t let my yearning ears wait more to catch his admission – fly away for now my friends. My heart needs to find his beats in this moment or they’ll slip away and i’ll be left sulking forever…. – Fly away’  And then she again voiced with hope and fear.

‘Did you just’ … She approached a bit near…’I think I just..?’ , not sure what she heard was what he whispered, ‘well, did you…?’ she finally asked in the most sweetest tone that could only define her excellence in being a true highness..! Had the thorn been listening her only with full heart and not oblivious angry ears he could see it in her eyes in her voice the excitement at this moment after years of arguments.

But the thorn stayed quiet – his head turned away, hushed in resentment not agreeing to let her have the satisfaction of his  utter affections for her – the natural possessiveness.

The Rose waited and waited, her hopes high , her color changing from pink to Red.

He finally turned a little and cast a look at her changing color.

‘Why..how you change color so fast?’

The Rose  missed the hint of annoyance and taunt in his voice but thought it to be mere astonishment,  She gently touched her cheek and smiled , ‘oh ! It’s – It’s you!’

This time Thorn missed something and Turned his back again on Rose..’You – You just….’ He began to mouth the most ugliest words. Why this why that why , as if a sea of something ugly erupted.

…And this time Rose listened and listened. She knew his reproaches would finally come to halt at one point or another.. Her hope soon began to fade away.

‘Well! Why!!!??” The Thorn finally shouted  and huffing loudly, turned his back to the Rose; as if her very countenance was offensive to his highness.

And, at the very moment, when he turned her back, she whispered in a voice that even the most flamboyant critic would not have considered devoid of utmost devotion:

‘Its’ you, My Thorn – I was a Pure White Rose , not a single emotion known but just  serenity. You made me mad sometimes and I turned Amber Flush… then You began to rest in my heart and I became Pink. A moment ago just A hint of confession of love from you had me turned Red and It’s a blush that alone you cause ….but look at me now. My petals are turning Blue…..Cos’ I thought Your devotion was true”