You remind me of a sunflower.

Shiny and bright, as if all you do is emit a yellow-purple sunshine. Then a smile slowly carves itself on my lips every time I see you.

The pink tinge, coupled with a melange of colors on you. With your fruity fragrances, and the indulgences that make you beam even further.

With your garbled words that is a reflection of a working mind, and your neatly chalked out hopscotch boxes, you follow the setting sun in hope of a brighter moon.

I had to write this down not because I am lovesick. I write this note because when I become a grandmother, and sunflowers don't exist anymore, I'll still think of you more or less in the same light :)

Dear Men,

Really? Really? And you have the balls to call us complicated and confused?

Next time any one of you comes to me and says, "You girls have such issues" I am going to kick y'all in the nuts.

Sort yourself first, and then spread stereotypes.

- A simple woman

Let me flow.
No, not this time again.
Letmeflow.Letmeflow.Letmeflow.Letmeflow.Letmeflow.
I won't even name the river. I won't challenge the current.
Just let me flow.

But.

No verse, this drama will meander into a less exaggerated silence. Like a backseat that was always a backseat and never contested to be important.


Are you blind? Do you not realize that the drama has unfolded already?

Let me flow. What is natural cannot be wrong, can it? I shall cease to pay heed to everything that could be potentially disastrous.


You fickle, fickle, fool. A mistake the hundredth time over is not longer a mistake. It's a mark of a disease.

How do we know it's a mistake? I choose to flow through tunnels of rocky, icy barriers to reach a warm fire. I choose.

Let me flow.

Let me exit this conversation, I cannot fight for a lost cause. Convincing conviction against action is not an easy job. Let your rocky channels not scar you yet again, this time leaving a permanent bloody mark.

Don't stop wanting to hold my hand just because you can't see it anymore?

I'm aware I provided you warmth, atleast I tried. But you made me a fire. A nice little slow burning fire that took it's time to warm everything around it. Like a smile that takes it's time to make it's way from amusement, glee and finally happiness.

Problem is, now I can't stand the cold.