She Bought a Flower

She Bought a Flower

She felt uneasy,

when their eyes

turned to sand.

The words 

or lack there of,

echoed past

her imaginary boundaries.

It was the Cheshire;

broken cliché pieces

of a much larger puzzle,

a tapestry.

And she could feel the ripples,

the taste palpable,

it was awkward.

She didn’t feel comfortable

with them anymore. 

Learning;

unconditional means conditional 

and honesty has a price,

if not at all warranted.

She lights a cigarette, 

blowing smoke rings

a gift to the moon,

and the stars she used to see.

Reviews

[A Jainam Mehta]

Wonderful poem. appreciable.