#januaryfalls18 20. School Days

#januaryfalls18 20. School Days

Pen Fight!

Come on, boys! Let’s play the pen fight

We use the pens which would write! 

Some have ink,

others are pink!

It is so much fun to play,

throwing pens away!

Okay, so I wrote this poem way back when I was 10. I loved to rhyme and made it silly. So, taking inspiration from this poem, I will answer the prompt.

Walking through the corridors,

I trace my hand against the circle windows,

quickly taking in all the changes around me

the walls that used to seem too tall

the steps that seemed too large

the ceilings that were too high up.

Inside the classroom, the whole space is

smaller than I remember.

The metal benches are too small

but back then,

when my best friend say two benches away,

it seemed like we were galaxies apart!

No more school, no more benches

no more school-mates, classmates, bench-mates,

no more best friend.

I suppose I could’ve taken a different turn with this one but I like it. Sad, melancholy, wistful.

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

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#Januaryfalls18 19. Cemetery snowdrops

#Januaryfalls18 19. Cemetery snowdrops

Icicles hang from the branches

sharp as arrows; just as deadly.

I wrap my arms around myself for the warmth,

but it’s no use when one has died

on the inside, along with their loved ones.

The only thing left to do is to wait

to wait for their time to join them

in the cold, damp ground.

Ehhh. Not so great.

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

#Januaryfalls18 16. Eunoia

#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.

Me?

“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

plain

beautiful.”

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 18. Passion Blooms

#Januaryfalls18 18. Passion Blooms

As I turn around

a plate of food in my hand

I lock eyes with you,

my throat suddenly filled with sand.

 

Your eyes held power,

mysterious, seductive; I ignored my gut

which was telling me to cower

as you were not meant for someone like me.

 

My gut won and I averted my gaze  (very painfully so)

went and sat down with some friends

trying to graze

and made useless small talk, trying to forget you.

***

I’d never seen someone with so much food on their plates and so much honesty in their eyes; the moment I my eyes met yours, I knew it: we were meant to be. I smiled my best smile, trying to win you over, charming your pants off, but you went away.

Why?

What happened?

Did we not just have a moment there?

Did I just imagine the whole thing?

I hope not. My best imagination couldn’t have conjured up something so real as you.

My brain is mush. But I liked how I took this poem.

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

#Januaryfalls18 13. Garnet and gunsmoke

#Januaryfalls18 13. Garnet and gunsmoke

Glaring sun forces a bead of sweat down my neck.

Giving up is not an option.

Garnishing prettily the food I don’t like is one way to win me over. But not this.

Gun fight is not what I asked for.

Garnet stoned jewelry is bad luck for me.

Gone are those days when

gold can get you women.

Golden-hearted men, on the other hand, is who women

give themselves to, past, present and future.

Another experiment. I don’t know what I was thinking when I wrote this.

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

#Januaryfalls18 15. Time for Change

#Januaryfalls18 15. Time for Change

The Sun has finally changed

paths!

This means, more warmth

no more “ugh, this cold” days.

No more wanting to snuggle

in the cold.

This means trees shedding

forming pretty patterns

with their bare branches.

This means,

hoping for you

to come back

again.

Okay, this isn’t that great, but Happy Sankrathi to all my fellow (South) Indians out there! This is the season of harvest, the season where you eat yellu bella and keep your body warm from the inside.

This festival is called different names across the country. Kannadigas call it Sankranthi. Tamilians and Telugu-people call it Pongal. But we also make pongal XD

Confusing, no?

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

#Januaryfalls18 14. Topsy Turvy

#Januaryfalls18 14. Topsy Turvy

My drink was

delish.

which I took time to

relish.

Licking my lips

sipping slowly, savouring the heat

swaying my hips

to the rhythm of the beat.

I make a second one

a third, a fourth, a fifth

until the glass shatters

and I feel no pain; just see red

oozing out.

I sort of liked this. I liked how the rhymes gave it a good feel.

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