Petals of Withered Rose

There is a sudden gap that i can't measure,

Interred with silence,makes it more silent

Silence often do talk but that too to fight

I fear to chose to utter words of love

As not to make it more worse

But not to make words of love shameless 

Ring on the ring finger slips out

I tried to fix but that too in vain

Days when  gaps could be measured

Life was a running spree,untrammeled & unperturbed

Time would flow past,joy seemed endless 

But now, in my loneliness, i turn the pages of my diary

To find the petals of very rose dried and dead

Fractions of petals  flew away,

Some sticked on the page
And some were in search of  the withered soul

I was wandering to search my own soul 
Through  the fragrance of the rose-petals

But  petals devoid of aroma, 
Got shatterd to embrace the dust,

As I turned the unturned pages of my diary.