#Januaryfalls18 16. Eunoia

“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.”

I blinked.


“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.



#Januaryfalls18 11. Liquor and Lies

“Hey, come here,”

you call me as soon as you notice me walking in.

I walk towards you,

noticing a half empty bottle

of red wine and you holding a glass.

I take a long sip from yours, and sit down

next to you.

You pull me by the collar

close to your face, our breaths mingled

“I’ll forget that I did this tomorrow, so”

And you kiss me.

Clumsy and with passion.

I hold you up, push you against the couch,

and kiss you back.

Next morning, we go back

to our lives.

Even though we don’t want to forget

that this ever happened.

Hm, this is okay-ish. I’m not very happy but it will have to do.

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

#Januaryfalls18 12. Delightful Dreams

You are sitting next to me,

knees touching, the length

of our thighs meeting,  our hips

straining, arms struggling to

hug, shoulders

kissing, but facing


I turn, you turn

knees cross, thighs

overlap, hips

kiss, chests

smash, lips

collide, hands


I don’t ever want to wake up.

Well, this was delightful to write.

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



#JanuaryFalls18 10. Midnight Seas

“Come on, let’s take a walk,”

That was unexpected of you.

I take your hand and lift myself off

gracelessly, but you don’t notice it

because you don’t make fun of it.

My heart is thumping in my ears

deafening the sound of the high tide

crashing against our legs.

We go deeper.

Water keeps raising

to our calves, knees

mid-thigh, waist

You don’t stop.

I don’t stop.

But when the water was finally reaching

up to my chest, you whirl round

pull me to you

hard against your chest

raking your fingers through my hair

you whisper, “I’ll never

ever let you go.”

I’m happy this took a turn like this.

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

#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.

#Novemberfalls 11. 11:11

the day I met you

the day I was born; the day

you saw me; the day

you were born: all fated to be

the same. to bring us closer.

A Tanka. Something inspired by my parents.

BTW, yesterday, it was their birthday! Yes, both my parents share the same birthday. Yes, it is unusual. No, it’s not fun for gifters like my sister and me.

Show my girl Parvathi some love! She is currently attempting these prompts with me over at Queen Talks.

#Novemberfalls 7. Wild Horses

My heart races

and I feel that yours is in a

competition with mine.

Skin to skin

our breaths mingles

no idea who’s limbs start where

and this is bliss

a dream that I never want to wake up from.

When I open my eyes,

You’re still here.

The sunlight streaming in

from the tiny slits of the curtains

making your skin glow

and I trail small kisses

on every spot the sun touches you.


My dear Parvathi, over at Queen Talks, is attempting these prompts with me. Do give her some love!