By Vijayalata Shirahattimath
He calls himself an anthophile.
In his eyes, I’m a flower!
A lover, not of scent but of soul;
Not drawn by bright petals or fragrance,
Not drawn by bright petals or fragrance,
But by the beauty in my fight and smile.
He doesn’t pluck, doesn’t claim,
Yet loves me just the same—every time.
Yet loves me just the same—every time.
I turned away a thousand times;
I believed he had walked away.
I never knew—I was wrong,
Until someone whispered:
“His love was never gone, only hidden.”
He watches when I look away;
He is afraid—his eyes could scream
The feelings that lips hide.
He keeps me
Like a secret—hidden, yet always present.
He beholds me as if I hold some secrets—
Quiet truths the others miss,
Lost even to myself.
Am I the sunlit, final flower?
Lost even to myself.
Am I the sunlit, final flower?
Why... Why me?
Still, I wonder—in a garden so wide,
I’m the one he has eyed.
Is it love, or is it a mystery?
What secret does my shade keep?
Am I the flower he dreams to find?
But the world around him knows—
I bloom only in the gardens of shadow.
I wear the colors of goodbye,
Yet he dreams of me, though I fade.
Yet he dreams of me, though I fade.
Hours pass, seasons turn,
And the world moves on—
Still, I remain in his heart,
Perhaps more than I should.
I am an unforgettable echo in his heart.
But I am not just a flower!
I am a mirage—
One he cannot trace,
I am a mirage—
One he cannot trace,
He cannot hold.
He calls himself an anthophile.
In his eyes, I’m a flower!
But he must realize,
I am too real to forget
And too unreal to keep.
I am a bloom in a sunset garden.
I was never his,
And will never be his...
But he must realize,
I am too real to forget
And too unreal to keep.
I am a bloom in a sunset garden.
I was never his,
And will never be his...
Absolutely commendable Vijayalata 👍
So beautifully written ❤️… Really impressed with you Vijaylata 🎀!!!
It’s literally awesome 😍…. Keep it up dear sunshine☀️ ❤✨
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Unique phrasing💫
It’s Great and Wonderful. All the best for your bright future.
Loved this Vijay! Your poetry carries depth in every line, I want to read more of your work! 🥹 Keep writing, my friend! 💘🫂
Vijuu amazing 🌷✨
I just read this felt amazing. But why always poets say’s " It’s not my personal story "😇. Viju madem you’re earned my respect and I’m very happy for you. Keep it up dear future POET…… 😊
So good bro❣️ waiting for next 💝
What a lovely concept! The idea of being seen as a flower by an ‘anthophile’ is charming and evocative." Great job dear 🫶🧿❤️✨
Good luck for you and your upcoming works ! ♥️
Such a wonderful, graceful poem vijju ❤✨keep going👏
I stand as a quiet witness to both the flower and the garden that was lovingly prepared for its arrival—a flower of loss, delicate and fleeting, that bloomed within a dream and withered within the same mist of sleep.
Great lines viju🤍 Wishing you a bright and successful future in writing.
Keep going viju….
Such a wonderful poem!vijju
Keep going ✨
Keep going viju….
Beautifully penned✨
Keep going, dear little one♥️
Such a beautiful and heartfelt poem
It’s soft, smoothing, graceful….. Wonderful 💐💐
God bless you Queen
“Truly a beautiful and emotional poem. Loved the depth and meaning.” Keep continue.💫
Sooo soo proud of you Vijayalatha Shirahattimath!!! Your poem is amazing. This is just the start of incredible things. Soo happy for you. Keep going!!
Glad to see you shining here, Vijayalata! 🌸
Honestly, this isn’t just poetry—it’s a whole feeling. It reads like a gentle hug to the soul. Your words hit right there—soft, soulful, and blooming with meaning. You’ve truly poured magic into your lines. ✨
And yeah, you’re the flower someone’s still dreaming to find…
Keep blooming and keep writing! 💫
Ur story is just awesome dear, keep posting Still more poems too !!! Once again congratulations!!!
Such a delicate and poetic expression! The metaphor of a flower beautifully captures the essence of gentle, unconditional love. Truly touched my heart.
It’s just amazing viju you have a huge talent.
Have a great future
keep going All the best 👍🫶
So simple, yet so deep. The emotions feel real, like something unspoken but deeply felt. Keep going
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A beautifully written and soulful poem! The flower metaphor is powerful and touching, expressing quiet love and strength with grace. Truly heartfelt and inspiring!
The way you described love—not loud or claiming, but soft, hidden, and deeply respectful made me feel every word.It’s gentle & poetic..
Loved the work dear ❤
Such a good poem, keep continue Vijayalatha. I am waiting for next one😊
Wow, this is soo deep and Beautiful,the way you described Silent Love ,it really hits different.Love every line! ✨👏🏻
The rhythm of the poem is so flowing and magical ❤️✨
It really amazing sister 👏🤍✨
It’s really meticulously crafted. The lines “He keeps me
Like a secret—hidden, yet always present.” And “I wear the colors of goodbye” depict the skillful presentation of the poem. The best part is, it isn’t intricate and the gist is sleekly delivered.
Nice poem vijayalata ji.
The metaphor of the flower reflects beauty, fragility, and the idea of being admired but never owned………….👏👏
You have such a beautiful way with words! 🌼 This poem is so gentle and meaningful. I’m really proud of you! Vijuu✨💜
A remarkable piece of work ! Great job dear ❤
Simply breathtaking 💥❤️🧡
Amazing comparison,…Your poem has enhanced the beauty of the flower….Good luck Vijaya Latha 👏👏
A delicate dance of emotion , gentle, genuine, and deeply touching.🤍keep it up gurl🫶
A love that watches, never claims. A bond felt, never named. You’ve painted a flower that blooms in shadow, yet lingers in the soul. Every line holds both presence and absence… like a whisper that never fades but never fully speaks.
The poem its Absolutely stunning :)
Keep going ♡
A garden of words, so tender, so deep,
Where petals of pain and beauty weep.
You’ve painted love with mystery’s hue,
A bloom unseen, yet felt so true.
Your lines don’t just speak — they breathe and ache, Like the echo of dreams we cannot wake.
To the anthophile you’ll forever be – A flower of soul, wild and free.
It’s just amazing! Love the way you write..
Many more to go little one❤️