Withers on slight touch
Next day, blossoms yet again
Reincarnates same
Avatar of perfection
Reincarnates same
Withers again on slight touch
Blossoms next day same

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

36 thoughts on “Touch-Me-Not”

  1. A Naisaiku?You depicted a unique avatar…Touch-me-Not is a plant that has kept me wondering why for every fragile touch, its leaves close.Sometimes our personality is like that – we seem to be sensitive at times with the outside world and would prefer to return and hide into our shell to protect ourselves – a natural instinct.A perfect avatar of human nature!

  2. @Aayushi:it can be more than just a touch-me-not.. i mean, we people are kind of touch me nots at some time in our life na 🙂

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