#Januaryfalls18 3. Feathered fancies

I’m floating, mid air.

I don’t know how I got here

I don’t know how I’m floating.

I don’t know where I am.

The only thing I know, is that I’m floating

When I thought I was drowning

from all the weight of the world’s burden.

Meh. My brain is addled.

These are prompts from Falls Poetry over at instagram. Parvathi, my bae over at Queen Talks, and I are doing them together, as per usual.


#JanuaryFalls18 1. Brand New Beginnings

Chin up

defiant smile

no colour

eyes set

lightly lined

forehead uncreased

hair back

pins everywhere

New year is here.

But the new me

is not coming.

the old me

I don’t recognize.

so which me

am I staring at?

Parvathi and I are back, again, perhaps with little bang to write our very first set of poems for the new year. And hopefully, we shall stick it out till the end.

And yes, this poem is a sort of an experiment. I’m not too happy with it, but oh, well.

#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.

#Octoberfalls 20. Magic and Marigold

the bright flower pales

the afternoon rays of the sun

makes me smile, always.

A little haiku, because I really do think the brightness of marigold or any flower, for that matter, pales the sun rays. I guess it’s more of a feeling than anything else.

And it’s the first time I painted a watercolour/gouache marigold! I’m quite happy with it, but I’m sure I can do better if I just keep trying.

#Octoberfalls 16. Notes of Forever

I have a jar.

A jar of hearts.

The jar of hearts that I collected from my treacherous journey

of life.

The jar of hearts that I pick up and let inside of my own

when I lack inspiration. Or motivation.

It has never failed me.

Until one day, I randomly pulled

out yours.

And your heart began to sing the tales

of me, through you. Of us.

And I wondered if keeping your heart with me

was good for mine because

my heart begins breaking.

Not very happy with the art and the poem. But eh. It will have to do.


#Octoberfalls 15. Tempestous sea

I’m sitting still and straight but I feel tilted.

There’s a storm brewing in my head,

my very own flavour,

with lots of brine and rain to compensate each other,

with a dash of seaweed; just a pinch of death.

and maybe a little Hell;

definitely no fear. No sadness.

Only wistfulness, just a touch.

And I shall feel all right.

  I really like how my drawing came out, but I’m not so sure about the poem itself.

#Octoberfalls 11. Aquiver

the wind blows rippling

the silent water of the

lake and I can breathe.


You are not here, but

I feel you around me. you

are the soft grass, the

clouds that bring shade, the tree that protects

protects, the water that lives


the sun that shines just

like your eyes when they looked at

me. With full of love.

A mix of Haiku and Tanka. I had to come back to writing love poems because I couldn’t think of anything else. I also bought some fab pens which I totally love. I’m quite happy with the art work, but I know it can get better. One day soon.