Plant Food

The plastic pouch said ‘plant food.’ It was Valentine’s Day and I had just received my
bunch of freshness. Unlike packaged food for humans, this one didn’t have an
ingredient label. Though I was sure it was a chemical concoction, I decided to give in.

Days passed by. My flowers stayed in a tall glass by the
window that overlooks the rolling hills. On life support, I thought every time I
looked at them. The moment water ran out of chemicals, I knew my flowers would
die.

They pulled through till the season of love passed. The
plant food was meant to support them only till the end of season. Of love.  The flowers looked as fresh as they would be
on a plant, putting up a brave face.

At the end of a week or two, I noticed signs of deliverance.
Wrinkled edges, crinkled petals, ready to break free at any moment. I noticed
how even in parting, they were eager for sunshine, their tips turned toward the
sun, touching the glass window. But very soon, I had to let them go.

In life, as in love, we find instances when we turn to ‘plant
food’ solutions. When we get a semblance of hope/ love, and then it’s taken away too soon. The ones with roots, the ones that run deep, the ones
capable of taking the sun will be in for long. 

From a hammock in the forest

From a hammock in the forest
 
My tired body sunk into a hammock
High on a mountain where trees grow
Where grass feels free to scale high
Where fallen leaves roam at ease
 
Sunlight came in selective bursts
The branches wouldn’t let them all pass
I received what I needed though
Enough to show me the long lines
 
In the stillness, silence came by
No holds barred, she motioned,
No strings attached, she hushed,
Take it all, you need it, she nudged
 
I soaked in the moment’s beauty
When wind turned the pages,
And the trees shed a tear or two
Of yellowed leaves falling gently
 
The green rustled and ruffled,
Like youth crying for attention
The browned ones danced about
While the wind held their hands
 
I wished that moment wouldn’t arrive,
But go on forever and ever rather
The joy of life is to go on traveling
Waiting for the best moment to arrive