#28. Why want Leap Years

#28. Why want Leap Years

Every year,

I get to see you for

365.25 days.

But on leap years,

I get to see you

an extra, full day

and it’s the most cherished day

ever, in my life.

Sorry about this one.

And it’s a wrap!

We’ve partially successfully completed attempting the Spring Palette for The Heart, and we hope to see you soon again!

And I really hope to get better in writing poems. I’ve loved doing it but I know there’s immense scope for improvement. I can’t wait to find more prompts and attempt them, so until then, hang on!

#25. Unconscious doodles

#25. Unconscious doodles

Before, I hated drawing.

I despised artists; I thought art was a waste of time.

I mean, a “painting” wish some red streaks and splashes becomes famous?

For what, like those red streaks were somewhat very purposeful?

Phshhhhh. Puh’lease. Like it matters.

But now, I can’t stop my pencil from moving about.

From restaurant paper napkins to exam sheets,

everything was covered in hearts.

all kinds of hearts, filled, empty.

Coloured, patterned.

Ends touching.

Ends hollow.

It was all because of this one artist that I grew up with,

who taught me, unintentionally, that all people,

all hearts, collectively, individually

are pieces of art

when brought together, makes up the universe.

Something new.

This is the Spring Palette for the Heart, by Parvathi and Me.



#1. The Circus In Me

#1. The Circus In Me

When I first saw you,

Time slowed

Crowd parted

Silence followed

Clouds dissipated

until you were bathed in the 

soft glow of sunlight. 

And the veins and arteries

in a bundle of cardiac muscles

thrum against my rib cage,

rattling it,

doing acrobatic stunts,

resonating all over my body

and suddenly, 

the world is so much better.

I’m so excited to be writing today! This is the first prompt of the Spring Palette for the Heart, curated by myself and Parvathi. Check out here or here for the full list of prompts!


The Spring Palette for the Heart- Prompts

The Spring Palette for the Heart- Prompts

The prompts for the Spring Palette for the Heart is here!


Let Parvathi and me know if you guys are taking part! We’re so thrilled about it!

I’ve been asked if this was for art. If you want to, you’re more than welcome to share your art as well. Parvathi and I absolutely excited. We’re more than ready to see anything!

Don’t forget to use the hashtags on any and all social media: #thespringpalette and #pariandparuprompts

Starts tomorrow! Spread the word!

#25. Wish you were here

The first time you took me out

of the city,

out of the “light pollution”, as you call it,

my mouth hung open.

It was a gateway to heaven.

I didn’t move my eyes away from the stars.

I didn’t blink,

for i feared that they would disappear.

But I held your hand, firmly,

and i didn’t have to say it,

but I squeezed your hand,

thank you.

And for once,

I didn’t have to close my eyes

and wish for you to

be with me.

#18. White Washed Dreams

“Science is the best option for you!”

“You like biology? Medicine it is!”

“Computer science in engineering will fetch a job with an attractive salary and a beautiful girl!”

Little did they know,

that with each passing day,

the music stopped playing

and movements stopped. 

The paints stopped mixing,

and the canvases remained blank.

The ink in the pen

dried up

and so did the soul


I am so conflicted with my future right now. I had to get it out. No one has forced me to study anything, but the expectations are little suffocating.

Learning Art

Learning Art

I’m no artist

But I do love art

I am not that skilled with my hands

But I do admire people who are

And, yes, I do try to imitate them

Only because they’re good

And I know I’m not

But is that such a bad thing?

It’s not like I’m trying to snatch away their fame,

Am I?


Because I can never be that good.

But when I do try my own versions,

I am ridiculed

“That’s not original!”

“Try to come up with something of your own!”

But I don’t care.

Whatever happened to doing art for fun?

Like, reading for fun?

Is it lost?


People tend to forget to have fun

In this mechanical life

So, what I’m going to do is this:

Copy a painting

Add my own colors

Make a ribbon bookmark

Lots of them, for myself

Using my own sequins-ribbon combination

Scratch a piece of paper with colored pencils

Till I can see no white,

Copy a doodle off someone’s last page of their notebook

And make it into your own


Just like writing,

You can’t be inspired to do your own art

Without looking at others’ pieces

So, next time,

Don’t tell me you’ve seen this before!

Because I’m sure as hell you have!

Because I’m trying to have fun,

Unlike you,

I don’t try to be perfect

Or original

I’m only trying to learn

And understand my passion for art.

(This is my first attempt at a slam poetry, inspired by Colleen Hoover’s Slammed series. Go, Read it!)