The Sun And Her Flowers

‘The sun and her flowers’ is a poetry book written by Rupi Kaur. The book has five parts- wilting, falling, rooting, rising and blooming. Each sections have a couple of poems related to these topics.

I thought the idea of the book was absolutely wonderful. Basically the book can help you through a rough time of your life, may it be loss or heartbreak or demotivation. It also teaches you about self-love, nurturing and conquests. So today I thought I’d share some of my favourites from the book. Shall we start?

When i hit the rock bottom
That exists after the rock bottom
And no rope or hand appeared
I wondered
What if nothing wants me
Because i do not want me
-I am both the poison and the antidote

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' Yes
It is possible
To hate and love someone
At the same time
I do it to myself
Everyday '

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' The way you speak of yourself
The way you degrade yourself
Into smallness
Is abuse'
-Self harm

Beautiful. Isn’t it? These poems are a cluster of just a few words. Yet they speak volumes to us. Many a times I found myself guilty of not loving me enough. I would not like the way i look or the pimples on my face or the stretch marks on my hand. It is so hard for us to love ourselves sometimes. Why though? How can we expect love from others when we are not ready to accept ourselves for what we are? People believe what they see. So, show them your worth. Let them know how precious you are and that every inch of you is a work of art.

Self love is such an important thing. It can make or break a person. Self love is a thing a lot of us struggle with. And if you can conquered it, you’ve conquered a lot of struggles, my love.

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‘why are you so unkind to me
My body cries

Cause you don’t look like them
I tell her’

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Again. Body-image. Such a strong topic to be discussed. We always want to look like somebody else. How can the society decide what an ideal body looks like? Where do they get those parameters? Did god whisper it to them? Or did Einstein prove it in his books? Why can’t curvy body be an ideal body? Why do we even need an ideal body type? What good do we get from that? We just create a bunch of people not wanting to be themselves even though they might have the most beautiful features ever.

Acceptance of our body. One of the biggest struggle of an individual. This reminds me of the song ‘Most girls’ by Hailee Steinfeld. It’s a beautiful song about how every body type is beautiful. Does perfect equals to beautiful? I don’t think so.

“ this place makes me
the kind of exhausted that has
nothing to do with sleep
and everything to do with
the people around me”
-Introvert

Us introverts get drained out easily during too much of social interaction. It has a lot to do with the people around us. With the right kind of people, the conversations and the interactions can last till eternity, but the wrong kind can drain us out in a few hours.

They did not tell me it would hurt like this
No one warned me
About the heartbreak we experience with friends
Where are the albums i thought
There were no songs sung for it
I could not find the ballads
Or read the books dedicated to writing the grief
We fall into when friends leave
It is the type of heartache that
Does not hit you like a tsunami
It is a slow cancer
The kind that does not show up for months
Has no visible signs
Is an ache here
A headache there
But manageable
Cancer or tsunami
It all ends the same
A friend or a lover
A loss is a loss is a loss
The underrated heartache

Broken friendships are such an underrated heartache. No one told us it would be this bad. Everyone talks about how hard it is when relationships end. Well aren't friendships a kind of relationship too? How are you supposed to not know your once 'bestfriend'? How are you supposed to avoid your human diary? Nobody talks about how hard it is not be friends with someone anymore. To not hangout with them, to not spill gossips with them or to not cry with them. How are we supposed to fill that void?

This is the recipe of life

Said my mother
As she held me in her arms as i wept
Think of those flowers you plant
In the garden each year
They will teach you
That people too
Must wilt
Fall
Root
Rise
in order to bloom

Lastly, the title poem:

What is it with you and sunflowers he asks

I point to the field of yellow outside
Sunflowers worship the sun i tell him
Only when it arrives do they rise
When the sun leaves
They bow their heads in mourning
That is what the sun does to those flowers
It’s what you do to me
-The sun and her flowers

These are some of my favourite poems from the book “The sun and her flowers” by Rupi Kaur. It’s an amazing book filled with some of the best contemporary poetry I’ve ever read. There are of course a lot of other poems that i loved from this book. But we’ll talk about this later.Until next time. xx