The lilies.. They have always been my favourite flowers. When I was a child, my mother made tiaras out of them for me. I would wear them on my head, pretending to be a princess. But then, she left. I never saw her again. Nor did I ever wear a tiara ever again. The bell rang and he entered the shop. For once, I could not take my eyes off him. But when I realized how unkempt I looked, I took to my heels and hid behind the flowers that lay on the table. “Well, how may I help you Sir?” I asked. “Err…Can I just look around?” People came to florists to buy flowers. There was nothing to look at. “I mean, if you don’t mind. I’m a photographer actually. And, I want to click pictures of you. Sorry. Of your flowers I mean.” He looked and me and grinned. I would think that he was a stalker, but then I wouldn’t mind having some company around. “Sure.” I said, and turned away from him, before he could ask me any more questions. “Just, just don’t touch any of the flowers.” I quickly added and
Why must you always swing between the extremes? There's a thing called balance and it would do you good to attempt at creating a character who carries both happiness and misery within her. That is the real strength of writing.
ReplyDeleteOther than that, it's as good as I would expect from you, but you can and should aim higher. :)
Lovely poem and i loved the picture. :)
ReplyDeleteLovelyyy :)
ReplyDelete@Rose: She does that always....
ReplyDeleteBut she is good writer....
Perhaps, the world shows its ugly face to innocent beings lending them a heavy heart. The not so innocent ones, well, they make up the world.
ReplyDeleteNice read, I do hope she soars despite of everything that might seem wrong.
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
i hope she finds that glitter as well...there is a nice contrast in the two stanzas...
ReplyDeleteHope her heavy heart's cleared...and her silent cries are heard
ReplyDeleteNice poem :)