At this point in life,
I thought I’d reached the bottom.
And I was so excited that
for the first time in my life,
there was no other way to go down,
Where i could see the winking light
of red dwarfs and white giants
and the occasional blue twinkling.
But then the bottom gave out
and I fell so deep that
I couldn’t see the Sun anymore.
Somewhat how I’m feeling these days.
Parvathi and I are attempting Rebirth In April! Check out her poems!
Hopefully I will have a header by the end of the day.
It is 6 AM on a Sunday morning.
My eyes shot open and look at the clock.
Trying to go back to sleep is a lost cause.
I get up and rub my eyes with my fists,
giving myself bags, and pick up the book next to me
on my night stand.
I’d given up on it, last night,
but it was so beautiful.
Memories are a bane,
but I banish those thoughts aside
and heave myself off the bed,
to get myself some coffee
on an unnaturally bright and early
“I have to tell you something,”
Your warm breath tingles on my ear
and I feel it all the way
I can’t see you but
I feel the smile on your lips
against my neck.
This is so much better
making my body rise to the occasion.
“Do you need to tell me right now,
right this moment?”
You nod; I feel it against me neck.
I open my eyes and to see you looking down at me,
And you say,
“I love you,”
I melt into a puddle of happiness and love.
Something cheesy to get through the day! XD
Sometimes, when I catch myself
Staring at him, for no absolute reason
other than that I fancy him,
I mentally scold myself.
“You will not go through that pain
You will not out yourself through
falling in love,
No, commitments with boys
who do-and-dash are fatal
for the heart.”
And I know it better than anyone else.
Fighting this temptation is really hard,
and it takes all that I have in me to fight
and think of you as an ugly, unlovable
ogre, inside and out.
Well, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t speak it out of experience. XD
Parvathi and I are back! We will be attempting JR Rogue’s and Kat Savage’s Rebirth in April in July. Yes, I know that sounds off, but if we didn’t do it, we agreed that our brain cells would’ve just dried up for no further use.
I hope to have a header soon. Let’s see what I can conjure up myself again this time.
I hear my heart cracking into a million little pieces
As I turn my back to you
and walk away.
I don’t cry because, well,
the tears don’t do justice to the
overwhelming feeling that I am currently feeling.
And then, I hear something else.
Another shatter, away from me.
This time, it is yours.
I look back and nod at you,
in acknowledgement that
it is just as had for you
as it is for me.
This was a poem that I performed during the last Pratibha (a cultural fest) of my final year college, sometime last year. The theme was The World Through my Lens, and of course I’d write about my city. I secured third place for performing this! And then I fell sick for the next 10 days.
High rise apartments
on dead lakes.
Lakes that provided for hundreds and hundreds
of acres of farmlands.
Lakes that provided for hundreds of migratory birds and nature lovers.
Lakes that gave us drinking water,
fresh and healthy.
Lakes that were alive, fifty years ago.
It was about nature. It was about being happy.
What about now?
What about now, you ask?
Look around you!
High rise apartments,
cars, cars with air conditioning,
Employment opportunities like no other!
Would you build a twenty storey house on your providers’ grave?
Should I be proud that this is about the development of my country?
Or should I hang my head in shame and shiver with fear that the one thing that I hold dear, will be snatched away from me
in the next ten years?
Looking back on this, there are lots of opportunities for improvement. But I wrote this in like, 20 minutes in class, so I shall forgive myself.
I walk the long length from the quadrangle to the canteen
to get to the other block.
I hate it.
I hate the fact that so many people sit there
outside the canteen
at all times.
Their mean faces, judging me.
Their laughs, haunting me.
Their body language,
I take another route,
one which I didn’t know was allowed,
as it helped me fade and blend
into the darkness.
Well, I felt like this in my final year. Weird, right? I’d spent more time than all those people sitting in the canteen and I’m the one who is judged.
These prompts, The New Renaissance, were created by Tyler Kent White and Amanda Torroni, and I am attempting these with Parvathi over at Queen Talks.