#Januaryfalls18 19. Cemetery snowdrops

#Januaryfalls18 19. Cemetery snowdrops

Icicles hang from the branches

sharp as arrows; just as deadly.

I wrap my arms around myself for the warmth,

but it’s no use when one has died

on the inside, along with their loved ones.

The only thing left to do is to wait

to wait for their time to join them

in the cold, damp ground.

Ehhh. Not so great.

My bae, Parvathi over at Queen Talks and I are attempting these prompts curated by Poetry Falls over on Instagram.

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#Januaryfalls18 9. Dalliance

#Januaryfalls18 9. Dalliance

You said you wanted something

with no strings attached

with no complications.

Just a casual spree

you and me.

I agreed.

How could I not?

If it means that I get to spend time with you

for however brief time it is

I will take it.

Even if my heart gets shattered

and splintered.

Hey, two lines rhymed!

Parvathi and I are attempting these prompts, curated by Falls Poetry over on instagram.

Coincidence

via Daily Prompt: Coincidence

That day we collided,

I was really happy.

I thanked my lucky stars and felt blessed

for the first time in

all

my

life.

I saw you every

single

day

and yet it was not nearly enough.

The day that we spoke to each other

not apologizing profusely

was the day I was convinced

fate

has brought us

together.

The times we spent

out of our comfort zone

I felt blessed

yet again.

The day I realized that

I was totally

utterly

truly

madly

deeply

in love with you,

I haven’t stopped smiling.

The day you walked out

the day you didn’t stay back

the day you stopped caring

the day I began crying

(and haven’t stopped since)

I realized,

I must have been a very horrible person

in my past life.

Come, sit with me

I know we belonged to the past

and I know for sure that

I was never your future.

I just wish that the present

was longer so that I

could dig deep into you

and see you.

know you and try and strip away that facade you have on

I want to see you and your dark secrets

the desires that you’re scared of wanting

dreams that keep you up at night.

what’s the story behind that bright scarlet belt which reflects your inner personality?

come, sit with me

and tell me

everything.

the things that make you smile and the things that make tears stream down your cheeks

your first best friend

your first fight with your sibling (do you even have any?)

your first love

and your first heartbreak.

tell me everything.

I wrote this in class becasue I was feeling too sleepy. It was a really chilly weather, the warm-sweater-and-hot-tea-at-the-window-staring-at-the-rain types. Oh well.

#24. Bleak, blue and Polaroid

#24. Bleak, blue and Polaroid

It’s a nice day outside.

the Sun finally decided to show up after weeks of incessant rain.

I decide to drag myself out of bed and

to the park near by, with a book where

I can sit down and read as long as it gets dark.

I go over to my dresser, to make my hair look

a little presentable and whatever zeal I had in me,

to go out and enjoy fresh air, crumbled and powdered

and was blown away because

the memory of you still haunts me

and the edges of my mirror.

Still trying.

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