The roses , that I keep beside your pillow
are red with the blood of my dreams .
Their petals , softer than your lips
their touch , warmer than your breath
and their scent , fiercer than your embrace
which lingers on to stay with me , in me
as I silently , watch you sleep .
But you , you my love
either keep the roses close to your bosom
or toss them away from the window ,
down to the world , from which they came .
Because the doorstep where you put them
is not where they should be .
Set them free my love
and let me be .
But do remember , dear heart
that all roses do dry up
but no time can dry
the rose , which is kissed by you .
Set me free my love
and let them be .
Pluck this thorn that poisons my heart
let me live , to find you in all the stars.
Arijit Roy (Poem)
Shashwat Tyagi (Photograph)