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
A little sappy, sad poem because I haven’t written any lately.
Smiles are forced
A Necessity in today’s world
Forcing smiles for so long that one
forgets what a real smile feels like.
A real smile is a ray of sunshine on
a rainy day.
It is the silver lining in the heavy grey sky.
It is the little drops of water on treetops
that fall after the rain
when the wind blows.
It is wishing on a fallen eyelash
for a shooting star that I
want to see with
And I smile, instantly
Laughter always reminds me of happiness. And the real form of happiness, for me, is a smile. And I’ve always associated happiness with the Sun. Hence, the splish-splash random blobs of orange and yellow.
Oh, this paper does not hold ink well. I should look for something thicker.
Sweet whispers through the chilly air
two pairs of feet
dangling off the edge
is my favourite way to spend time with
But now that you
I sit there,
on the same rooftop,
one bare foot dangling off the edge
watching life go by
at midnight in
the silence of the chilly air.
I promised myself I wouldn’t go back to writing sappy romantic poems, but oh well.
The art accompanying isn’t good at all, but well, I am still learning.
My Soul recognizes
yours and may we never part, for
your beautiful soul
lights up my own in a way
it has not in a long time.
This is the first prompt for OctoberFalls poetry Challenge up on Instagram. I am also creating art for it! I am not really good at it, but seriously, I find peace drawing and painting.
Also, for a person who is slightly obsessed with hands, I cannot, for the love of God, draw them well.
I can see your lips move,
your hands making arcs in the air
your eyebrows scrunched up in worry.
But I don’t hear you.
All I hear is the repeated words,
as if on an infinite loop,
you failed you failed you failed.
Parvathi and I are attempting Rebirth in April in July. Her responsive poem to this prompt is amazing. Go, click the link here!
That’s the first thing you say when we met after 6 years.
We were best friends then.
In my mind, we always were.
When you asked the first question,
I knew, that we
will always be best friends,
but new people to each other.
This is how I feel when I meet my school friends after months.
Parvathi and I are attempting Rebirth in April in July, prompts created by JR Rogue and Kat Savage.
It is 4:32 AM.
I am not asleep.
I don’t know if I’ll ever be.
All the events since the last month have eaten bits and pieces
of me, slowly.
I get up to make myself some tea.
I pad around my apartment,
seeing but not noticing.
Hearing all the early morning noises
but not really listening.
I turn the radio on for company,
but all the chanting and the mantras makes me feel sick.
I have no clue what this this about, but I had other things in mind. But I am typing this at 6:50 AM, so yay me!