“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…

Sunny side of spring, when I met him for the first time. Under the blue sky, we talked about our dreams, and when he handed me the flowers, I smiled. New years arrived, yet we stayed, embracing the change. Forever is a silly concept, yet we believed, when we moved miles. Love. Does it wait?…

How far is far? As long as I cannot feel the warmth of your skin against mine, As long as our hearts don’t beat in sweet harmony, As long as the breath we take isn’t shared, It’s still too far. When I can’t see my reflection in your eye, When the world doesn’t fade afar,…

“Hey, I don’t think I’ve met you yet,”was what I saidwhen we first met. I remember trekking across hills,the wind still gives me chills,Creeping through touch-me-nots.I’d send you violet tulipsin hope for a response. Red to yellow, some carnations went,The apples even blossomedunder baby’s breath.Yarrow lovers in the house of Kent,shot up like sunflowers in…