Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Flowers on the pavement

The whole road was laid by fallen flowers. Crushed, defeated, they left behind a few wet tears maybe, as spidery patterns on the black road.

I loved those flowers. The elegant pale green stalks that burst open into five feathers of white. And the yellow stalks that peeped out shyly from within. One always longs to look beyond confines.

And we walked... talked occasionally. The smart crisp sound of steps in an unfailingly regular pattern on the otherwise silent road.

Those were the 'certain' years. One was certainly not a kid. One was certainly not old. One was certainly uncertain.

A fainéant beach breeze of the summer evening, a trifle warm. I watch him gather flowers of all colors. They make a startlingly colorful bunch.

There is a bend on the road home. The steps become shorter. Reluctant. We'd gathered more than just flowers. And none of it could be taken home.

The front lights are already on.

We stay out a little longer. Lying under the damp shade of the tree he places flower by flower on my hair. I laugh. I know how ridiculous it all would've looked. He smiles.

We now walk back home. Again.

The flowers drop one by one. And our steps away from what we've left behind.

The last one stays, trapped somewhere between tenacious strands. I like it that way.

It's still there; in between the pages of a book I no longer read.


Anonymous Anonymous said...



1:45 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Nice Picture !!
Remember how you gazed lovely at the cherry blossoms tree !!!
You should go to Osaka by April to admire the Sakura. :)

2:49 AM  
Blogger Mrs. Dalloway said...

D: Ty!

T: Lets go. And gazed lovely... coz you were there. I was happy.

5:01 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...


5:12 AM  
Blogger Unknown said...

:) flowers.....

Crushed, defeated, they left behind a few wet tears maybe....
some time back blooming, strong, they spread the beauty maybe...

10:12 AM  
Blogger Samyak said...

The usual bow, thank you and so much more.

I like it that way.

12:46 PM  
Blogger Shim said...

My dear KA,
beautiful post! you are truly blessed my girl. i wish u take this to the next level.

6:41 PM  
Blogger Mrs. Dalloway said...

Anon: Aww! Why the :(

Greenhorn: They sure did.

Samyak: :) High five!

Shim chech: Love you chech!

7:09 PM  
Blogger Dhanush | ധനുഷ് said...


8:45 PM  
Blogger aks said...

hi sweetheart.........

beautiful post.......

12:08 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'd definitely prefer the sight of flowers on a pavement than all sorts of litter.

12:10 AM  
Blogger djnair said...

I know its still there but as "trapped forever" or as "a memento to be cherished"? ...beautiful...

2:34 AM  
Blogger Mrs. Dalloway said...

Dhanush: Long time.

Aks: Darling!

Theysaywordscanbleed: they say right.

Djnair: A story to be told. :)

4:54 AM  
Blogger Dhanush | ധനുഷ് said...

Yea .. Long time.. Was in a hibernation, went places roamed around and then I got Frustrated :) Read abt it some time

5:49 AM  
Blogger one among the crowd said...

hello poornima,

There is rosemary, that's for remembrance:and there is pansies, that's for thoughts - so said
William Shakespeare. …….noticed ……..they also know the time to move on? ……quietly and obediently!! A few (the lucky ones) would remain etched in the pages of his-story.

Your writing has verve, and a certain feeling of a certain but incomplete or unfinished calm…....

Keep writing and posting.

2:37 AM  
Blogger Buccaneer said...

visiting after a long time...wow, your writing has only got better...When will you come out with a book? Seriously, write one, and mint the millions you deserve

7:23 AM  
Blogger Mrs. Dalloway said...

OAC: Refreshed!

Prakash: Looooooooong time! :))

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