Silent calling of the rose

SILENT CALLING OF THE ROSE

Deranged hair and a messed up throat.
Sweeping rains from the heavenly skies.
It was dark i once remembered.
The torment that lead to outburst of cries,
only amplified the aura of hurt.

A wife looking on from a distance,
sipping tea in on the deepest garden.
Its may seem that she was oblivious,
but in fact it was only a disguise.

Walking on the dead man's land,
i can't help but to notice in close,
an ironic yet wonderful sight of a rubber band
tied to the side of that stone; A beautiful Rose

Elated, yet stoned as i stared stunned.
The floor pounded my knees down,
leading me to form the shape of a pious son,
left me there to question the possibility of seeing elegance just before you frown.