#14. Smudged

My hands find her eyes from behind the big arm chair and close over them.

She doesn’t let go of the book she’s reading; instead I feel her smile and rolling her eyes.

I laugh and put my lips to her ear lobes, tenderly kissing and biting it. I move over to her forehead, without losing contact with her skin.

I release my hands over her eyes, kissing them, then moving to her nose, her cheeks.

I find her mouth, but i don’t kiss it. I move down, towards her exposed shoulder and neck and collar bone.

As soon as my lips touches her neck, she moans. I’m a goner.

She pulls me closer, and I have to move towards the front, which, frankly, is how i should’ve started in the first place.

I take her book out of her hand and toss it behind me. She protests a bit, but when i find her soft spot, I made sure all she thought about was me.

And this moment.

Something I kept imagining in class instead of listening. I wish I went at least halfway, but I like it here, like this.

This is the Spring Palette for the Heart, by Parvathi and Me.

 

#12. Red Gloves

We met at the airport.

Those hands first, nails painted in those signature shade of blood red,

the same shade as her lipstick

which were completely in sync with her dark billowing hair and long, long earrings.

Those multi-coloured bangles and mirrorwork kurta.

We met at the airport.

But we said goodbye, in air, engulfed by fire.

I’m back!

This is the Spring Palette for the Heart, curated by me and Parvathi.

The Spring Palette header is here!

If you guys didn’t know, I’ve been writing poetry for the last few months and during the months of November and December, Parvathi and I wrote poetry together.

And then it got us thinking: why not create a set of prompts ourselves? We’ve been inspired by so many people, that we gathered enough courage to make our own. And we just synced so perfectly together it is definitely a match made in heaven.

So, we came up with this: The Spring Palette for the Heart.

All through February, for 28 days, one prompt each, revolving around love and relationships and basically what February is all about for most people (for me, it’s my college’s lit fest Meta, Japan Habba and brilliant movies on Romedy Now :D). Which is bit of an irony considering I’ve never been in a relationship.

Today, we are proud to present you the header for The Spring Palette for the Heart!

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All with the little (lot of) magical help from our very own Prince!

Find the post on Parvathi’s blog here, and by the end of January, the prompts will be up!

Let us know if you intend to take part! The more the merrier!

 

#29. No one arrived

#29. No one arrived

*knock knock*

I get up from the comfortable

pillow and your warm embrace

and pull on some clothes.

I smile to myself

thinking about the great night

we had.

*knock knock*

The time is 3:42 AM.

Unless it is extremely important,

I don’t know anybody

who could be here at this time.

I open the door slightly.

Nobody is here.

I frown and close the door.

*knock knock*

Now it’s behind me.

I swivel around

to see you leaning

against the bedroom door

you sharp features softened

by the silvery moonlight

looking more beautiful and more desired

than I have ever felt.

You pull me closer

against your body

your skin to my clothes

as it soon becomes,

your skin

to my skin.

Sorry about the absence. I tried my best at this. I intended it to become something, but it turned out to be something else. Not disappointed though! Next is last!

#28. A Fuse Too Short

#28. A Fuse Too Short

It was late

when I got home.

You were already prepping up 

to sleep,

with a scowl that 

explained a broken promise.

I swear, I didn’t do it on purpose. 

You wouldn’t listen, so

I decide to take a bath.

I turn on the shower

let it become hot,

while I strip.

And I look up,

a dark blob lurking outside the

shower curtain.

I grin, and

open up the shower curtain fully

and pull you

by the hand.

You shriek in surprise

but I swallowed them all. 

I made sure you were dry,

as wet clothes are harder to take off

and I begin to show you just

how much I love you. 

And, I’m back with my cheesy, romantic poems 😀

#25. Naked as the Name

#25. Naked as the Name

You call out to me

in that raspy, sleepy voice of yours

as I’m wrapping a robe

and you pat the bed next to you

and your beautiful body.

You smile lazily and I’m transfixed.

You pout cutely at my expression

and I’m transfixed.

I’m transfixed by the early morning sunlight

peeking from in between the curtains

the way it illuminates your body

accentuating your best parts.

Your face glows in the sunlight

bouncing off your skin.

I’m drawn towards you

like I’m in a trance

as we merge our souls

into one.

I somewhat liked this one. But you know which I loved better? This one. It made me feel in places that I didn’t know could be felt.