She’s giggling, and telling me
that the day is beautiful. A
small girl looks adorable, tiny
dog is licking an ice cream. I
have every reason to be
happy. Everything is beautiful.
I then see these two flowers,
and say, “They look like they
just committed bloody suicide”.
Hair gone astray, something
like a leg dangling. Yes, they
hung themselves in despair.
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Looks more like they are parachuting their way down!
u r amazing neha…wat a way to look at it!
Hmm. I wish you hadn’t mentioned the dog. A dog, any dog. It is not fair to them. They are ecstatically happy with their lives most of the time. I will refrain from mentioning that we trained them to be what they are; the dogs, that is, not the flowers, though we are sinners there too.
Its disturbing, but made me smile anyway..its so irony at its best!
Those flowers are gorgeous even in their despair.
Nice poem…it shows me how a mood can change in an instant.
Neha- why the gloomy perspective? Just what are the damn flowers, by the way? ( They look like exotic relatives of the hibiscus family).
may be photo is not complete– flowers are looking down to throw/share honey with a soul siting down..may be.. or just that iam crazy
kavita acchi hai, lovely contradictions, my lines on the photograph-we are alone like starrs, twinkling alone and bursts….