From the brown lush we grew in the petrichor, exuberant in all our green glory as ONE.
The child I was, knew nothing of blooming— blooming at an intersection and undone.
I sprouted first—the violet filling me before I could ask it's meaning, defining every vein in me
While you still stayed verdant- happy still, in your green, with all that you could see.
Fulfilment ? Was it pride that I felt to see before all my violet splendour ?
Pride In the ledge that drew us apart leading me to my fellow lavender ?
Years went by every tick moving the rush in my body to churn before I saw you before me
Red. I wondered when you burgeoned into vivid red grown upto that much degree.
And that's when the thought of wilting ever entered my mind—baffling in all senses,
Was it my fate to bloom first just to wilt earlier? To plummet first from the fences?
~ Aanvi K.
15th July,2021
11:36 pm
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