Small Obsessions

4

my obsession with flowers
began around the same time as
my obsession with girls

but only one of them felt wrong.

i caught myself bunking classes
to sleep on fresh grass in gardens.
i spent my afternoons sitting and staring

at the old-fashioned hibiscus
she never said a word, but blushed in return
the golden Tecoma stans would lie to the leaves
and fall from the trees,
just to plant endless kisses on my
sun-kissed cheeks
the marigold would tangle herself in my hair
and ask me when i’d marry her

“soon”, I’d say. as soon as I can.
the sunflower, would turn towards me
and promise she would change her name
cause the sun never made her feel
the way I did
the pansy became my muse
every painting I made for her
was a kaleidoscope,
she added colour to my life
the rose never liked me, I think
but I know the secret gifts I received
was love, dropped in my arms
the sweet smell gave it away, each time
almost like she wanted to be caught
the lily stuck by me, through thick and thin
we whispered sweet nothings in the spring
our love blossomed in the monsoon

my garden taught me more than my classroom ever could
it taught me compassion, strength and pure love
it taught me that whatever my school taught me
was like brown autumn leaves
and it was time to sweep it away,
make room for the new

it was time, for a change of hue

and the more time I spent in my
magical topiary
the more I grew, the more I bloomed.

my obsession with flowers
began around the same time as
my obsession with girls

none of them feel wrong anymore.

Sakshi Singh
(Batch 2022)