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.
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.
This is the Spring Palette for the Heart, curated by me and Parvathi.
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!
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!
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
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.
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,
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!
It was late
when I got home.
You were already prepping up
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
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 😀
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
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.
You touch my cheek
and cup it in your
warm and big hands.
I lean into you
responding to your touch
after so long.
But I hesitate and
Your hand doesn’t move
and I look at you.
Something in your expression
I think it was your eyes
makes me cry and smile
at the same time
and you pull me to you
hold me tight
and whisper a promise
in my ear.