#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.

 

#22. The Way NOW relearns to love THEN

You told me you’d meet me at 3.

I was here at 2:45.

I was so used to being late,

that he took advantage of that

to leave me all alone

crying, and bleeding and clawing my way through life.

It is 2:46, and you come strolling in.

As soon as you spot me, you smile.

You smile so brightly that the sun

seems dull in comparison.

And me heart beats faster and faster

and my face glows a little.

I smile back, hoping I’m just as radiant as you are.

When you reach me,

you hold me tight.

I am unable to.

This amount of love is overwhelming.

You release me, hold me face,

and look into my eyes for so long,

that I resolve to start a new life.

Sunny is glaring at me, for I said, “The Sun seems dull in comparison.”

One day, it will true. Get used to it, Sunny.

#5. The Words Came Like Daybreak

We’re sitting across each other on the single coffee-brown sofa with the black coffee colour glass-top table in between us and I’m stirring in sugar while

you.

sit.

still.

No, I’m not nervous at all! My hands aren’t shaking or sweating with trepidation of wha you’re going to say, not at all!

It’s called exuberance and I

excel.

at.

it.

No, I’m not stirring in sugar so hard that my coffee spills, because i need to do something with my hands to prevent me from reaching across to you and show you just

how.

Much.

I love you.

I’m only doing this because the damn sugar isn’t dissolving. You put your hand on mine stirring sugar and I look up sunnily smiling at you, even though I want to sob at you feet. You shake your head, whisper, “ಆಗಲ್ಲ*“and you walk away from me

forever

as I sit still and stare off

into

space.

* Aagalla: Cannot in Kannada.

The Kannada touch here because I felt i was losing it. Which is quite possible.

I tried prose poetry. I don’t know how successful i was i executing it, but I tried!

#22. A House so Empty

#22. A House so Empty

I wait for you at home

when you come late from classes

tired, sullen, with tear streaks

and a visible heartache

on your face

and in your stride.

You sit at the mantle piece

in front of the huge framed photo of us,

you holding me, laughing

and me looking at you, so lovingly

and you pull out a grey handkerchief

embroidered with owls

and you sob, screaming my name.

I want to smooth your black hair and matching

grey stripe

run my hands all over you,

kiss you and say,

“I love you, Percy.

Hold on.”

But I don’t.

I float away.

I stabbed myself to death writing this. It was so painful. May Percabeth never die.

#21. Heal to Tow

#21. Heal to Tow

I press a hand to

my bleeding arm,

I will faint, if I don’t.

Thankfully, I can’t see

my bleeding heart, so

instead of fainting,

I will slowly

wither

and die.

But, wait, what?

I can feel my

heart, not bleeding,

but how?

You.

You look at me,

in that peculiar way that

mends my heart,

all together,

so fast that

i hope it doesn’t

shatter

again.

Again, I did not intend to write this at all.