“Adek, am I still a sunflower?” “…No. More like Sakura. How ‘bout me, kak? Am I still a lotus?” “Yeah, unbloomed, pale blue. But you’re like, surrounded in mud.” It was our own covert language, just for me and her; Our lives defined by the beauty of flowers.  She was aflame with passion from a…

the seeds you had planted in this garden of mine grew wild – strangled me from the inside out roots nestled in soft flesh in search for some quench of thirst but summer comes and i down sunlight by the gallon and let the petals pick my palette in wake of the jet trail across…

The soles treading the grass,wind blowing the worriesas exams finally pass.Self-presence away from stressinto Mother Nature’s home,filled with blessfrom carefree creaturesand vibrant flowers,filling the picturesque view. As I sat on a green patch,my hands brushed upona clump of dandelions.As I picked up a bunch,the wind blew its white furinto the horizonafter crashing to my face.A…

In my small town, garlands hung with care,Each morning, gifts for gods in fragrant air,My grandfather’s hands with gentle grace,Placed hope and love in every sacred space. Yet time, the weaver of both joy and woe,Turned garlands from a bright to somber glow,On his cold form, their beauty turned to mourn,In grief, the blossoms’ meanings…