Burning a hole in your heart
it makes you go purple-green-red.
For it is not just fury;
it is a whole journey
that starts with love
and ends in hatred.
You find someone,
and you love something,
and you love and you love and you love.
Till they find someone,
and love something,
and they love and they love and you watch.
You envy their beauty
and hate their charm,
but never has anyone taught you to give up.
For you're the Sun,
burning small fires within
blazing over all flowers the same.
But you pick the sunflower as your favourite
and you protect it, you nourish it.
It loves you, basking in your glory.
Till one day you wake up,
your vision clouded.
Peeking through the thick curtain of rain
find your sunflower kissing another.
It enrages you so much
that the earth rots underneath-
you laugh your devilish laugh;
they're paying for the sun's flower.
Merciless, you do
everything in your control
when you see your arch enemy
stealing your spotlight,
shining a bright white.
It soars and smiles
while you sink and cry;
the earthlings hail it,
a sign of peace in the sky.
You snarl, call the moon for a fight,
but it stays, much to the lover's delight.
Now you see love blooming on the other side
while you eat stardust and smoke,
waiting for sunrise.
Ashlesha is a student at Indraprastha College for Women, and an aspiring writer, who creates art for the love of it. Her definition of comfort is sappy romance movies and heart-breaking lyrics that make you dance. She can be seen picnicking in a sunflower field on a sunny afternoon.
Picture credit: Art print by Nadja depicting a tarot-inspired sun + moon drawing, photo frame on Urban Outfitters.