Am I or am I not?

I swipe to the next photo on my phone screen,

which again, is a selfie of me.

Which one shall I post?

The one of me eating a cake, or just staring off into space?

Or with the cute boy in the background that I plan on hunting down?

I don’t put any effort in writing a caption because, who cares about words

when I’m there?

Tall and curvy with luscious long hair and dark lashes.

Any boy’s dreams.

Every girl’s epitome of reaching perfection.

Blocking numbers and people on social media

is a daily routine.

I have to get home and plan my

#ootd for tomorrow! Where is this boy

who was supposed to buy me pizza?

I’m sooooo annoyed.

I haven’t bought a new top in, like,

two days!

Why do I need him?

I’m leaving.

The prompt was one I found on Pinterest and it went like this: Write a poem about yourself in which nothing is true. 

Well, it was really fun to write because I really don’t like girls like this. What you see is what you get and where is the mystery, the enigmatic aura of wanting to know the person when everything is laid out in front of you? Be nice, make your mind beautiful. I’m not saying you shouldn’t be pretty or dress up, but that’s not all that should be there. I like to look pretty, too, but I know for a fact that, there’s more to me than that. At least, most of the girl I admire are like that.


Feeling blue

Feeling blue

beautiful sky blue sky

stretched from one corner to another

a too-bright silver disc above me

but i don’t care.

I see the dark blue line

where the sky and the sea green sea

sit and chat

all day long

like they’re best friends.

as that silver ball of fire dips

disrupting the sea-sky time,

they are no longer friends.

they puch each other apart

fighting for the other, cooler, prettier

silver disc, the sky blue sky turning into the

perfect indigo, matching my soul

and sea green sea turning so dark

it looks like ink, but foamy.

as it reaches my feet, I wait for the

ball of fire to ascend

and the sky blue and sea green

to become friends


This was a prompt given to me by my bae Parvathi over at Queen Talks. She told me to write something with just one colour. It was obviously a challenge for me, seeing how much I love colour, but I really love this poem, even if the imagery is a bit cliched.

She and I have something exciting coming soon (we hope!) so look out for it!

#Januaryfalls18 24. Point and Shoot

#Januaryfalls18 24. Point and Shoot

My phone vibrates. A new text message.

I open it and see it’s from her.

My lips are involuntarily pulled to the sides as I press to download the new picture.

She’s in the Rome, in front of the Colosseum

Smiling her bright toothy smile,

dimples just below the corners of her mouth.

“Looks beautiful!” I reply.

“Me, or the Colosseum?”

“You pick.”


“I wish I was with you” I don’t hit send.

Instead, I look down at my mechanized chair

and sigh.

I don’t know what I was trying to write, but I’m glad I got this out.

My bae, Parvathi over at Queen Talks and I are attempting these prompts curated by Poetry Falls over on Instagram

#Januaryfalls18 23. Daunting nights

Dark, cold nights call for

staying indoors and being

a good girl. No. Not me.


I am not scared of

the people out there, trying

to stare me down, pose

a challenge. Take scarves off, roam,

walk free out, under the stars.

A haiku and a tanka. I’ve missed them.

My bae, Parvathi over at Queen Talks and I are attempting these prompts curated by Poetry Falls over on Instagram.

#Januaryfalls18 22. Winter’s Crown

#Januaryfalls18 22. Winter’s Crown

The floor is freezing under my bare feet

I can’t find a carpet anywhere so I just

bundle myself with the blankets

and forge ahead towards the sink.

If I didn’t have work today,

I wouldn’t know what the sun looked like.

Meh. Feeling a little (a lot) out of sorts lately.

My bae, Parvathi over at Queen Talks and I are attempting these prompts curated by Poetry Falls over on Instagram.

#januaryfalls18 20. School Days

#januaryfalls18 20. School Days

Pen Fight!

Come on, boys! Let’s play the pen fight

We use the pens which would write! 

Some have ink,

others are pink!

It is so much fun to play,

throwing pens away!

Okay, so I wrote this poem way back when I was 10. I loved to rhyme and made it silly. So, taking inspiration from this poem, I will answer the prompt.

Walking through the corridors,

I trace my hand against the circle windows,

quickly taking in all the changes around me

the walls that used to seem too tall

the steps that seemed too large

the ceilings that were too high up.

Inside the classroom, the whole space is

smaller than I remember.

The metal benches are too small

but back then,

when my best friend say two benches away,

it seemed like we were galaxies apart!

No more school, no more benches

no more school-mates, classmates, bench-mates,

no more best friend.

I suppose I could’ve taken a different turn with this one but I like it. Sad, melancholy, wistful.

My bae, Parvathi over at Queen Talks and I are attempting these prompts curated by Poetry Falls over on Instagram.