The Sun has finally changed
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.
hoping for you
to come back
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
My bae, Parvathi over at Queen Talks and I are attempting these prompts curated by Poetry Falls over on Instagram.
I shine gold while you
mirror me, silver. We don’t
meet, but always feel.
A little Haiku because my brain is mush.
Parvathi and I are attempting these prompts, and her response to this prompt is so good. I love it. Check it out here!
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.
The Sun is the same,
for you and me, miles, oceans, continents apart,
but somehow, each sunrise, and each sunset
They’re early sometimes, and other times,
I’ve seen two sunrises!
But no matter where I go,
what I do,
within a span of 24 hours,
I always want to see one sunrise and one sunset,
which are 12 hours apart.
That pulls me forward, drives me to work hard,
because I will be working for my home.
Okay, I will get back into the zone soon, but I am back!
These set of prompts that I am attempting are by Tyler Kent White and Amanda Torroni, celebrating Poetry Month, April! These set of prompts are called The New Renaissance, and they are some of the toughest ones that I’ve ever attempted.
J R Rogue and Kat Savage also have their poetry prompts up, which Parvathi and I will be doing in May.
I’ll try my best to write everyday (I have exams starting from the 10th). Wish me luck in all aspects of life!
Also, I made that header all by myself! I don’t really like it, but it will have to do for mow 😀
Before, I hated drawing.
I despised artists; I thought art was a waste of time.
I mean, a “painting” wish some red streaks and splashes becomes famous?
For what, like those red streaks were somewhat very purposeful?
Phshhhhh. Puh’lease. Like it matters.
But now, I can’t stop my pencil from moving about.
From restaurant paper napkins to exam sheets,
everything was covered in hearts.
all kinds of hearts, filled, empty.
It was all because of this one artist that I grew up with,
who taught me, unintentionally, that all people,
all hearts, collectively, individually
are pieces of art
when brought together, makes up the universe.
This is the Spring Palette for the Heart, by Parvathi and Me.
The first time you took me out
of the city,
out of the “light pollution”, as you call it,
my mouth hung open.
It was a gateway to heaven.
I didn’t move my eyes away from the stars.
I didn’t blink,
for i feared that they would disappear.
But I held your hand, firmly,
and i didn’t have to say it,
but I squeezed your hand,
And for once,
I didn’t have to close my eyes
and wish for you to
be with me.
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.