For Cute Buds and Flowers…

After I wrote my post ‘Crushed Crush’ (in response to the Daily Post’s writing prompt ‘First Crush’)…Roopam of Whimsical90 asked “Aren’t crushes cute?” but she also commented that there are “uncertainties and butterflies involved

That cute conversation inspired a cute poem:

Crushes are cute buds
Best before they finally wilt
Upon blooming into a flower

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(There are cute buds that bloom into flowers of love; some then survive but get stale with time, others simply crumble and die.)


Copyright © 2015 Alka Girdhar

Crushed Crush

In response to the writing prompt: First Crush
Who was your first childhood crush? What would you say to that person if you saw him/her again?”

Not based on any personal experience, but observing many others, I assume if people have a one-sided crush on someone, it doesn’t mean much.

My thoughts on this topic:

Crushed Crush – – Two erratic poems

He was my first crush
When I was way past
The age of crushes
Fast forward
Years later
Saw him
And he shared his secret…
Back then
Years ago
He had a crush
On my best friend
My heart thus crushed
He became my last crush


She met me after ages
No more shy, all smiles.
She opened her mouth
I gaped, looked hopefully
Now’s my chance, for sure
This time she won’t refuse.
Before I could speak,
I heard her bold voice
“My son has a huge crush on
your daughter, will she refuse?”
I woke up from my trance
And stuttered “No naah,
She won’t. Why would she?
How can she? Will she?”