#OctoberFalls 8. Rainbows and Gemstones

You hold up the crystal to the sunlight

but you see no rainbows.

You pout.

“Why can’t I see rainbows?” You ask grandpa.

He laughs lightly, taking the stone from my hand.

“This is pure crystal, unpolished.

You can’t see the light because

there is unwanted dirt and soil on it.

If you clean it,

polish it with hard substances,

you can see it!

Like your mamma’s diamond earrings!”

“I understand!” You say.

I wonder if one day, you will understand

what Pappa was trying to say.

Hardships will hurt you, baby,

but I’m sure, they will make you

into the shiniest human being

ever walked on the planet.

A little father-daughter sentiment, I suppose.

I painted my very first crystal! Not perfect, but practice is definitely required, but I’m quite happy with it. I enjoyed the experience!



#10. Counting backwards from 10

Deep breaths.

Inhale. Mouth closed.

Exhale. Mouth open. 

I count the number of random strangers around me

who were having a peaceful time without knowing me

or my anger management issues.

A hand, firm and strong, comes up on my shoulder.

I try smiling at him,

my father, supporter of everything I do,

there’s no reason for me to be angry at him.

But I know the smile comes off as grim,

as I see myself in him,

In his eyes, as reflection.

In the smiles we share.

In the hard, determined set of jaw

and the same pink ears.

His hand is all I need

Instead of a bucket of ice cold water.

I’m attempting the set of prompts, Rebirth in April, together with Parvathi. Check out her poems!

#8. Flowers in your hair

“Papa, why did Maa wear flowers in her hair?”

My hands stilled for the briefest of times.

My smile wavered, but I kept it on.

My eyes stung with unshed tears,

tears that I blink away and glance at the photograph of us

on my bedside table.

“Because, she wanted to smell good all the time.”

As I finished braiding my daughter’s hair,

securing it with elastic bands with fake flowers,

she said, “Is that why you don’t let me wear flowers?”

I winced at her words.

How do I tell my second love of my life that

she is the splitting image of my first love?

That the only difference between them

are the flowers?

I told her, the standard “dad” reply,

“You’ll know when you get older.”

Well, it could’ve been better, but oh.

Lookie! I got myself a header! That I created all by myself!

I’m attempting Rebirth in April with Parvathi. Go check out her poems. They’re beautiful!

#12. Born a Bastard

The first time I held my daughter in my arms,

she was this mass of pink flesh,

but she was mine and I loved her unconditionally.

The first time I sent her off to school,

we both cried.

I wiped her tears and blood

when she fell down while learning to ride a cycle,

and told her, “When you fall down, don’t ever, ever

forget that you can always get up.”

When she grew up,

it was time to let go.

A little father-daughter sentiment because I have no clue what the prompt meant.

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.

#8. When our hearts Harden

Oh my dear baby. This is very hard for me to say, but I will.

I have to.

The world is a cold, cold place.

Before stepping into the pool,

didn’t you always check the temperature?

Be that kind of a careful girl in this world.

There are cheaters who are good teachers in life.

People will break your heart,

but please be sure that they don’t break your spirit.

If they do, come to daddy.

I will teach you to chase them away.

This is another experimental poem, using the poetic form “Apostrophe.” I hope you like it!

#15: Parachute Promise

A little happy sentiment.

“I will be there,” you say firmly.

I know you would,

if only you could.

I push the though away

and concentrate on my feet

and practice.


On the big day,

I peer through the closed curtains

and even though there are few people,

I can’t find your face among them,

(which I expected).

Now, I am scared.

When my name is called

I go up on the stage

and perform my heart out.

I hear an applause,

nobody claps during an audition,

but I see you,

clapping loudly, hooting my name,

And then I catch your eye, tears brimming with pride

I blow a kiss and you gladly accept.

A little father-daughter sentiment, y’all. In case you didn’t get it.