We’ve developed for
a century at a cost
that will drown us all.
A little Haiku.
My chest heaves quicker and quicker after each step.
I wipe my mouth; my hand comes off red.
I open my mouth to scream,
No sound comes; instead
I run faster, but I feel like I’m making
Someone is chasing me.
I don’t know who; I can’t look back because I’ll fall
and then whoever is chasing me,
will finish me off.
And I can’t let that happen.
I need to survive, and live to the fullest
even if it means beating the shit
out of life.
I get to see you for
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!
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.
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.
If chocolate lovers can love all kinds of chocolate,
the bitter black, the sugary sweet white
and the perfect milk,
why can’t they learn to love people
the same why?
If that happens, maybe there is hope for
racism to be completely
obliterated. Love can bloom.
Just a little experiment.
The prompts for the Spring Palette for the Heart is here!
Let Parvathi and me know if you guys are taking part! We’re so thrilled about it!
I’ve been asked if this was for art. If you want to, you’re more than welcome to share your art as well. Parvathi and I absolutely excited. We’re more than ready to see anything!
Don’t forget to use the hashtags on any and all social media: #thespringpalette and #pariandparuprompts
Starts tomorrow! Spread the word!
The first time you took me out
of the city,
out of the “light pollution”, as you call it,
my mouth hung open.
It was a gateway to heaven.
I didn’t move my eyes away from the stars.
I didn’t blink,
for i feared that they would disappear.
But I held your hand, firmly,
and i didn’t have to say it,
but I squeezed your hand,
And for once,
I didn’t have to close my eyes
and wish for you to
be with me.