You don’t pluck flowers that you like,

You let them bloom, shine and thrive 

under the sunlight.

But, one day, you thought of them to preserve,

Since that day began their decay and destruction.

The bloomed flowers in your vase aren’t the blossomed ones,

They are the cursed flowers whose doom was written by you,

The soon to be forgotten ones.

But, you refused their dismissal,

So, you pluck them at their peak with buds,

Thinking they would die anyways sooner or later.

But, what you did was inhibiting their natural growth,

You dimmed their potential- 

Their renewal.

A flower nipped in the bud could not grow because of you,

Oh, so aweful!

The pricking soul flustered with possession. 

Now, the petals fall off- one by one,

And, with each fall – It gives a reminder,

Reminds of decay-

Of great souls, 

Of spontaneous presence,

Of pleasure of being seen,

But, what’s visible might not always be felt and understood! 

Reminds the omnipotent essence of beauty-

That just faded away.

Now, you understand the meaning of delicacy,

How soft yet how brittle the wings of butterflies were and

how fragile the blooming flower was!

Three unfurling rosebuds lie upon a bed of fallen petals,
Their bloom unleashed, unfinished yet released by succumbing
to the quiet ache of not becoming what they could be.

Found unbothered in the trembles of heat and fireworks, 

In the coldness of flowy wind that surpasses them on the way scattering all the petals-

Dead and dehydrated, 

Consumed by the unshakable beast inside of a human-

Unloved, hence ruthless,

But, when uncovered there sparks innocence..! 

Undiscovered and invisible….

Anyways, does visibility reduce grief?

Weeping for forgiveness- 

Waiting for a miracle!

But, the oracle reminded…

Reminding the soar pain of detaching petals!!

Detachment from the stem and the bud,

Lying in the deathbed… 

Whimpering in the sufferings of loss and dishevel. 

Grieving the lost blooming  period,

Weaving the memoirs of faded strands withstanding time and again against all the illusions! 

©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy 

Time Frame: 27 Dec, 3.04 pm, Tagar, MIST.