Tulips

Deep purple tulips

The thought comes

But you don't buy it

Because

What would you say?

You stand in the group

Secretly only waiting

Nod mindlessly

But you're not paying attention

When will the air change?

You check the screen for a text

But she couldn't come today

What a shame

Your new hairdo and the shirt she likes, wasted

Again

Go home and scream a little

Backspace the bitter confessional paragraph

The tears with the tulips

You're a man

So

What could you say?

Give it some time

Stare and pretend that

There's nothing there

Before she leaves to a far far place

Somewhere out of sight

Again

Grey wilted tulips

The thought comes

Years later

The man gently chuckles

He throws them out

He knows what to say.

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-samjam I started writing a tulip-based poem after reading the Sylvia Plath poem with the same name. Also I saw a bunch of beautiful fake tulips in Dmart at that point XD I wrote everything except the last paragraph (I know, stark difference) on 23-07-2022. the remaining on 06-02-2023. This page is honestly just my personal blogdiary at this point so if you (non-samyuktha human) are reading this, Hiiiiii :D !! Anyway, this deep purple imagery kept swirling in my head. My friend told me he thought it was about fading memories. Which is so interesting, because at the point of writing, I just needed a vent for my jealousy. Deep purple is totally a jealousy colour, there's something so rich and taunting about it. While I think of red as a passionate love, deep purple is a love that cannot be attained. It is overwhelming but also relieving.

(note to myself: other stuff in onenote) Thank you for reading, toodles!