Jusmi is an English teacher. Obtained her Masters in English literature from Gauhati University India shares an immense love for writing.
On a morning golden and new,
Waking up I saw a bouquet of tulips,
Lying on my porch.
Suspicious and happy at the same time I felt.
And my thousand thoughts started to flew.
Was it my old crush or a new ?
Was it the corner man that I knew.
Did he left only the flowers or also card ?
Did he render any note ?
Or confess or surrendered a load.
I took the flowers in my hand.
And dwelled in the memory lane.
Of promises that were not kept,
Of my heart that was broken and swept.
Did he return ?
Was he sorry and wanted to refund ?
I touched the soft petals of the tulips,
And relished the sweetness of love in sips !
But, was it him or someone else ?
I wondered day and night.
Keeping the bouquet near my sight,
I was thinking day and night.
Of the time we spend together.
Engulfing and lingering I realised,
The smell that came from the bouquet,
Made me love the tulips all over again.