indi

when i see flowers i think of you

when i see flowers i think of you

purse your lips and perhaps you smile

there is no distance beyond the hour

the hour that comes unmindful of season and time

 

this flower whose name i do not know

yet it sits right by my sitting room’s window

and amid its cloak of silken unbending leaves

bursts forth in colour of hue intense and pure

there is no uncertainty in its lines

no murmur of may i or if you please

they curve and flow as if they seem to know

which way lies the pathway to the sun

 

i see them beyond the glass a little hazy

against the light and i wonder again

what is their name and i think of you

when i see flowers i think of you

 

after the flowers is the flyover

the cars are constant their noise kept out

by two layers of glass, are there secrets within

do the flowers bend close to eavesdrop

they bud and they bloom and before one’s gone

another comes by, a closed little nub of colour

that won’t be denied let there be secrets or flyovers

or even against the light

 

the petals are soft never bending though

the way they hold themselves nobility there

when i see flowers i think of you

the hour that takes is constant perhaps

but the flowers they remain

 

 

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4 Comments

  • Reply
    rhea sinha
    November 10, 2016 at 3:03 pm

    Had a Jane Austen feel to it Indi di. Looking out from the sitting room window at flowers that won’t be denied their sudden bursts of colours.

    • Reply
      indrani robbins
      November 12, 2016 at 10:37 am

      that’s a nice way of putting it. sometimes, when you cut out all the noise and let something catch your eye, all sorts of feelings pass through you. jane austen, i wonder what her world was really like…maybe there was time for repose in it, time to blossom.

  • Reply
    Durga
    November 13, 2016 at 4:59 pm

    How beautiful Indi.Made me smile. Love this little pretty world where one can get lost in. 👌☺

    • Reply
      indrani robbins
      November 13, 2016 at 6:41 pm

      thanks, durga, sometimes i think i do wish to get a bit lost… glad you enjoyed.

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