#Octoberfalls 18. Icy Hearth

#Octoberfalls 18. Icy Hearth

Since the day you closed

that door behind you, the stars

stopped twinkling. the sun

was not warm. the rain did not

cleanse. my heart remained cracked; cold.

Another Tanka, because I feel their easier to write.

I will be missing for a few days since I’ll be on vacation. I’ll see you soon!

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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.

 

#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!