Whispers Of A Wallflower

By Anju Varghese

The joy of being a wallflower 

An ecstasy few would gather 

To dissolve like ink in an ocean 

As if from drinking a magic potion 

To merge into nothingness 

Showering a smile with haziness 

To shine through the mighty clouds 

But distant from the evident crowds 

To vanish like whispers in the breeze 

Scattered by time, as if to appease 

To guard the fortress of the heart 

Even as it crumbles excruciatingly apart 

Caught in a tempest, a restless maelstrom 

With no solace or aid to come 

Like stardust in the Herculean cosmos 

Wearing the crown of charming mojos 

To love and care like no other 

A gift, a curse, a quiet power 

The ethereal finesse of the wallflower

By Anju Varghese