#Novemberfalls 15. Unstrung

In this puppet show

called LIFE,

I have been led to make many

many wrong decisions.

Well, not any more.

Your decisions

I suffer the consequences.

No more.

I cut off the string attaching me

to you

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.


#Novemberfalls 14. Falling topaz

I was a star.

Bright, Shining, unblinking,


My end

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.

#Novemberfalls 13. Wilting innocence

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.

#Novemberfalls 11. 11:11

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.

#Novemberfalls 10. Blood in the cut

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!!

#Novemberfalls 9. Captured

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!