Fairy Tale

7 Flowers all at a time
What they tell me...
To smile and to open up
And to reach out to others
Through fragrance streaks...

7 Flowers all at a time
What they tell me...
That there can be abundance
of Love of care of a universe full of talking stars
All sleeping.

7 Flowers all at a time
I v never seen
What they came to tell me?
Little faries,
What letters from the divine
They are delivering to me almost daily...
Like a fax machine beeping constantly
And papers coming out of it..
What exactly tell me..

7 Flowers all at a time
What exactly they speak to me
Everything is specific here- on this big world.
Every human has a different face and a different life.
The messeges these roses deliver has to be specific.
Nothing general works here.
So what it is.

7 Flowers all at a time
Fragrant and pressed together
They spell of a togetherness never ever found
Of love -rare
-In me -live, pulsating
Even within fire pits;
In someone else's heart-
Frozen, beeping once and then again goes back to coma..
As i call the golden breathing my Second Heart wakes up
Only to lower its head
The next monent
And sleep again

7 Flowers all at a time
What they are here for
To teach me
Life is to bloom
One fine morning like a surprise parcel sprading innumerable happiness to me to others related to me
And to shed silently one desolate evening-
All unnoticed.

7 Flowers all at a time
They are here
To weave a Fairy Tale
of the most beautiful kind !
Of a life called Deo
Of a life called Jay
And a single heart they share
The 7 flowers blossom there
to smile, swing and sing🎶
-Something nobody knows.