✨ कविता ✨ From Flowers to Stones

By Rajeev Verma

The games of fate,

destined to play,

have all been played,

Every card of destiny upon the table,

neatly laid.

Yet here we are,

adrift in dreams we could not own,

A broken boat beneath us,

sailing seas unknown.

The waves were high,

the winds sang tales of despair,

But hope still lingered,

trembling in the salt-filled air.

We chased horizons the sun had long forsaken,

And gave our hearts to journeys already shaken.

A fragrance once lingered,

tender and sweet,

Brushed past my hand,

then vanished in retreat.

It left no trace,

no bloom to hold or keep,

Only the memory,

buried quiet and deep.

We gathered flowers,

in colors bright and rare,

Shared them with all,

with love beyond compare.

But in the giving,

our warmth was overthrown,

For we gave away our flowers…

and turned into stone.