“Hey, so you know what ‘eunioa’ means?”
“It is the shortest word where all vowels are present,”
I wrinkle my nose. “Okay, but what does it mean? It has to have a meaning, right?”
You think for a minute.
I love the fact that you didn’t say, “Google it yourself; why are you asking me?”
Then you smile.
“Eunoia means… a beautiful mind. A well thinking mind, such as yours.”
“You are the most learned person here, you know,” I poke your hips, which makes you grin in a way that gives me goosebumps.
“I said ‘beautiful mind’. If I fall sick, you know exactly what to do, without losing your head. You give me medicine, and food that i can eat and company. But when you fall sick…”
“Go on,” I whisper.
“I lose it. I wouldn’t know what to do. I feel helpless. You are strong and your mind” you knuckles rap the ride of my head slightly; lovingly. “is fit and works well and just
Well, I love you for saying that.
Ehh a little cheesy but doesn’t matter! I put it up!
My bae, Parvathi over at Queen Talks and I are attempting these prompts curated by Poetry Falls over on Instagram.
When I first saw you,
until you were bathed in the
soft glow of sunlight.
And the veins and arteries
in a bundle of cardiac muscles
thrum against my rib cage,
doing acrobatic stunts,
resonating all over my body
the world is so much better.
I’m so excited to be writing today! This is the first prompt of the Spring Palette for the Heart, curated by myself and Parvathi. Check out here or here for the full list of prompts!
The leaves go
under my feet.
You hate it when I do that,
but you don’t say anything.
As we walk, I hear an extra crunch,
for each one of my crunches.
as you lace your hand through mine,
clasping it firmly.
I can’t face you.
Not after I stammered and blurted out that
little secret you asked me to safe guard.
Not after that incredulous look you shot at me
when I did that.
Not after that look of disappointment that clouded your face
after I betrayed your trust.
And if I do ever see you again,
I’ll blurt out all my secrets,
including the fact that I’ve always,
always, always loved you.
I really can’t face anything,but the darkness over my eyes
when I cover my blankets over my face.
This is my 100th post on this blog! Time for celebration! Time for an new book!
The fire in your eyes
ignites my own in ways that I
my body aches for you when
we are apart, even for minutes.
And I do not know
how i will be able to “be”
without your presence.
A tanka and a haiku combination, because both separately are too short.
I watch you watching the Moon,
through the slits of my curtain
Never enough courage to
talk to you about it.
But as the years went on
the Moon stayed the same,
cold and glaring and grey
while you were so
full of life and warmth
and I stay
In tribute of my one of my favourite fictional couples, Lola and Cricket, from Lola and the Boy Next Door by Stephanie Perkins!
I get up from the comfortable
pillow and your warm embrace
and pull on some clothes.
I smile to myself
thinking about the great night
The time is 3:42 AM.
Unless it is extremely important,
I don’t know anybody
who could be here at this time.
I open the door slightly.
Nobody is here.
I frown and close the door.
Now it’s behind me.
I swivel around
to see you leaning
against the bedroom door
you sharp features softened
by the silvery moonlight
looking more beautiful and more desired
than I have ever felt.
You pull me closer
against your body
your skin to my clothes
as it soon becomes,
to my skin.
Sorry about the absence. I tried my best at this. I intended it to become something, but it turned out to be something else. Not disappointed though! Next is last!