#17. Philippians 2:14-15

#17. Philippians 2:14-15

Do everything without grumbling or arguing, so that you may become blameless and pure, “children of God without fault in a warped and crooked generation.” Then you will shine among them like stars in the sky.”

I scoff at this.

How dare she send this to me.

How. Dare. She.

I fling my phone across the room

where it meets the wall

and

shatters.

Good. The phone was giving problems,

anyway.

I remember the previous message she had sent.

“I’m sorry, but I cannot live my life

with a person who is

negative

about the world, 

who won’t try and let positivity in

and won’t encourage me to

live life

to the maximum.” 

I put my head between my knees

and sob my heart out.

I live with such a person, complaining all the time about how things aren’t right with them and the world and who can’t stand little changes in moods of other people and voice out every single thought that pops into their head. I’m not saying the last thing is bad, but please, take others into consideration for once, at least. That person is not going to read this anyway, but if anyone has ever told you to try and look at the brighter side of life, please do. It will definitely give you peace of mind and even if you don’t like the way things are running now, you will come to terms with it until you feel like changing it. Don’t make a fool out of that person; they mean no harm.

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.

 

 

#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.

 

 

#25. Naked as the Name

#25. Naked as the Name

You call out to me

in that raspy, sleepy voice of yours

as I’m wrapping a robe

and you pat the bed next to you

and your beautiful body.

You smile lazily and I’m transfixed.

You pout cutely at my expression

and I’m transfixed.

I’m transfixed by the early morning sunlight

peeking from in between the curtains

the way it illuminates your body

accentuating your best parts.

Your face glows in the sunlight

bouncing off your skin.

I’m drawn towards you

like I’m in a trance

as we merge our souls

into one.

I somewhat liked this one. But you know which I loved better? This one. It made me feel in places that I didn’t know could be felt.

 

#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

inside. 

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.

#5. Late Night Vices

#5. Late Night Vices

I slowly tip-toe around the coffee table

making sure I don’t hit my little toe

at the table leg and scream out loud, 

waking the entire Home. 

I sneak towards the kitchen, eyeing the fridge.

I look around, making sure no one is

up and about at this late hour,

and I open the freezer on top. 

I grab the pack and close the door

when I hear a gasp.

I turn round on my heels and seeing you

relieves my tension of being caught. 

“You too?” I whisper?

You simply nod, with a calm expression.

I take two spoons out of the drawer

and beckon you forward with one. 

You oblige; we slide down next to each other,

talking silently about the secrets of the universe,

while unconsciously taking turns in

digging our spoons in the large

tub of Choco Xcess.  

I think this is my favourite poem that I’ve ever written so far!

This poem is inspired by the book, The Problem With Forever by Jennifer L Armentrout.