In this puppet show
I have been led to make many
many wrong decisions.
Well, not any more.
I suffer the consequences.
I cut off the string attaching me
and I feel free.
This could be taken as a poem on suicide. I suppose.
Parvathi and I are attempting these poetry prompt by Falls Poetry.
I was a star.
Bright, Shining, unblinking,
was the last thing on my mind.
But before I knew it
I was falling.
Deep into the abyss
and so far deep that
I cannot get back up.
Parvathi, over at her swag blog Queen Talks, and I are attempting these poetry prompts, by Falls Poetry.
Sunlight streams through closed curtains.
missing door only adds to the atmosphere.
I pray, I beg to not be seen
but no escape route will leave me alive.
facing him is my biggest fear.
but avoidance is hard because he
lives in our house.
This is something inspired by my mother. She and her sisters were raised in joint family, without a mother, and apart from poverty, the biggest problem she’d ever faced was this horrible uncle of hers. May he die a horrible and painful death.
This is to all the women and men out there, who’ve faced their worst fears, which wear masks of people they believe in. I salute you.
Parvathi, over at her blog Queen Talks, and I are attempting poetry prompts by Falls Poetry.
I shine gold while you
mirror me, silver. We don’t
meet, but always feel.
A little Haiku because my brain is mush.
Parvathi and I are attempting these prompts, and her response to this prompt is so good. I love it. Check it out here!
the day I met you
the day I was born; the day
you saw me; the day
you were born: all fated to be
the same. to bring us closer.
A Tanka. Something inspired by my parents.
BTW, yesterday, it was their birthday! Yes, both my parents share the same birthday. Yes, it is unusual. No, it’s not fun for gifters like my sister and me.
Show my girl Parvathi some love! She is currently attempting these prompts with me over at Queen Talks.
The first time the sharp side of the metal met my skin
it was only a touch.
A feather touch, and barely that.
but they both went red.
even though it lasted only for a few seconds,
the colour was spectacular.
I did it again.
I experimented with various different blades
Various kinds of touches
and maybe even kissing!
The colour never ceased to fascinate me.
Some self love guys! If you guys ever feel like self-harming, please talk to someone you trust and who will listen to you without judgement! You will feel so much better, I promise you.
My amazing blogging buddy, Parvathi, over at Queen Talks, and I are attempting these poetry prompts together. Do show her some love!!
You hold my heart tight
in your fist. you squeeze it each
time I ask for it
back. harder after every
ask. until there was none left.
My head is in shambles.
Parvathi and I are attempting these poetry prompts. Do check out her blog! I’m sure you’ll love it!