#Octoberfalls 17. Bottled night

#Octoberfalls 17. Bottled night

My eyes are clouded and heavy-lidded.

There are just blobs of light and shapes

in front of me and around me.

This is far from fleeting.

Whoever decided that alcohol

wipes away the pain,

they were wrong.

All I can think of is the pain.

Meh. Again. A bit out of my game, but hopefully will come back.

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#Octoberfalls 14. Lonely rooms

#Octoberfalls 14. Lonely rooms

I am alone in my apartment.

My smiles are forced.

Sometimes I think I may hurt

my cheeks if I smile because

they’ve been so out of practice.

This pain in my chest is a new constant

in my life.

I am empty. Soul-less.

Just a living corpse walking

and breathing and eating to

stay alive. Not really living.

I’ve been this way since you

have been gone.

This is my new

normal.

A little sappy, sad poem because I haven’t written any lately.

#Octoberfalls 12. Swimming in the cosmos

#Octoberfalls 12. Swimming in the cosmos

We are made of stardust.

When you and I first met, I thought

we were from the same star.

We matched. We clicked. We

loved. We lived. We

collided.

All collisions end

in disaster.

so did we.

I now know that you

and I

are made of stardust.

But from two different stars.

Now I’m looking in the universe for

someone who shares my star

with me.

I hope you do, too.

I like how this painting and poem came out. It was auite satisfying. It’s the first time I drew a mermaid, and of course, like everythig else, this also has plenty of room for improvement.

 

#Octoberfalls 11. Aquiver

#Octoberfalls 11. Aquiver

the wind blows rippling

the silent water of the

lake and I can breathe.

 

You are not here, but

I feel you around me. you

are the soft grass, the

clouds that bring shade, the tree that protects

protects, the water that lives

 

the sun that shines just

like your eyes when they looked at

me. With full of love.

A mix of Haiku and Tanka. I had to come back to writing love poems because I couldn’t think of anything else. I also bought some fab pens which I totally love. I’m quite happy with the art work, but I know it can get better. One day soon.

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.

#8. Flowers in your hair

#8. Flowers in your hair

“Papa, why did Maa wear flowers in her hair?”

My hands stilled for the briefest of times.

My smile wavered, but I kept it on.

My eyes stung with unshed tears,

tears that I blink away and glance at the photograph of us

on my bedside table.

“Because, she wanted to smell good all the time.”

As I finished braiding my daughter’s hair,

securing it with elastic bands with fake flowers,

she said, “Is that why you don’t let me wear flowers?”

I winced at her words.

How do I tell my second love of my life that

she is the splitting image of my first love?

That the only difference between them

are the flowers?

I told her, the standard “dad” reply,

“You’ll know when you get older.”

Well, it could’ve been better, but oh.

Lookie! I got myself a header! That I created all by myself!

I’m attempting Rebirth in April with Parvathi. Go check out her poems. They’re beautiful!