24. If We travel at the speed of light, will life still pass us by?

One person to break trust.

Several others to piece it back together.

Sometimes, trying your best is making sure you leave the start line.

Sometimes, trying your best means making sure you reach the finish line.

Irrespective of how farther away life is from you.

The more you try to catch up to it,

the more you realize

that it’s pointless.

So, take it easy.

Your life, your pace.

One day, you’ll look back on life and laugh at it,

just like it did all these years.

My brain is mush.

I’m attempting these prompts with Parvathi over at Queen Talks and these prompts, “The Lonely Astronaut” were set by Amanda Torroni and Tyler Kent White.

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17. Flowers on Galileo’s grave

I’m packing up all your stuff.

Your eyes follow me around the house from the million pictures of us all over the walls and the tables and the mantle piece and TV stand.

I can tell which photo is exactly where. You would remember the exact date when it was taken.

I liked that balance about us.

But now, it’s tipped.

I don’t know if there’s anyone who will even it out.

I don’t know if I want to know if there’s anyone out there.

There was just you.

Getting back in my game is hard. Forgive me for this poem.

I’m attempting these prompts with Parvathi over at Queen Talks and these prompts, “The Lonely Astronaut” were set by Amanda Torroni and Tyler Kent White.

12. Empty Space

The empty tar roads smoke in the heat. Tyres don’t melt

just yet. The trees lining the road create a cool relief

and nobody leaves from under there.

It’s my very first (bad) attempt at a haibun and I actually enjoyed writing this one! I was originally going to write 5-lines but I thought this was perfect enough.

I’m attempting these prompts with Parvathi over at Queen Talks and these prompts, “The Lonely Astronaut” were set by Amanda Torroni and Tyler Kent White. I’m combining prompts from these and the Official NaPoWriMo.

11. Let’s take the long way home

The long way home.

Because the shorter way is overrated.

Because the shorter way means I will have less time with you.

Because the shorter way means I will have less time to gather up my courage and tell you what really happened today instead of the usual “Yeah, it was fine”.

Because the shorter way means we will not get to stand in signals in silence and you will not get that many chances to scrutinize me and my emotions which are running through my head at such speed that even Usain Bolt will be impressed.

Because the shorter way means me bottling up more emotions.

Because the shorter way means I would get forgotten quickly because I was unremarkable.

Because the shorter way is just

short.

Let’s take the long way home.

I’m attempting these prompts with Parvathi over at Queen Talks and these prompts, “The Lonely Astronaut” were set by Amanda Torroni and Tyler Kent White. I’m combining prompts from these and the Official NaPoWriMo.

10. Time, the absent father

The fan spins in slow motion.

I want to turn it up but I’m scared.

I’m scared that if I speed the fan up

time would speed up

and my mother, on this bed

her time would speed up too.

The bees are lazily roaming about

not a care in the world.

The clouds are moving

changing form every second.

The wind chimes outside —that I hung up for good luck— aren’t moving.

Time stills.

I almost stop breathing.

My mother stops completely.

I can feel the fan speeding up

and the wind chimes outside

are making a little tinkling sound that

like the flow of a metallic river.

The world stops making sense.

#Sorrynotsorry

I’m attempting these prompts with Parvathi over at Queen Talks and these prompts, “The Lonely Astronaut” were set by Amanda Torroni and Tyler Kent White. I’m combining prompts from these and the Official NaPoWriMo.

9. Tell Me How The World Ends

This is the end, I think.

The final end. The one where even the earth colliding into the moon is recoverable. 

The final end is where I’m afraid we’ll not be together in the after-life. 

The final end where I’m seeing all the people that I love

for the last time. This is the final end where I’m kissing my baby sister on the forehead

whispering a good bye, even though she has no clue what’s happening. 

The final end 

and I hope that you never get out of my arms.

It’s been too long since I wrote a painful, Percy Jackson-dying poem.

I’m attempting these prompts with Parvathi over at Queen Talks and these prompts, “The Lonely Astronaut” were set by Amanda Torroni and Tyler Kent White.

5. Slow Drag

My days are long

and before I go to bed,

I can’t remember what

I did today.

I know I sat by the window in the morning,

sipping hot coffee on a hot day.

I know I sat to paint but

didn’t dip my brush into a bottle.

I felt the need to flip the dining table over

when my mother asked me go for a small errand.

I know I watched Phineas and Ferb

but in muted silence.

I know I picked up a book but

the bookmark stays in page 1.

My days are long

and they only seem to get longer

each day.

A little take on what I was feeling a few weeks ago. I don’t know what it was.

I’m attempting these prompts with Parvathi over at Queen Talks and these prompts, “The Lonely Astronaut” were set by Amanda Torroni and Tyler Kent White.