#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.

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#Novemberfalls 12. Moonglade

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!

#Octoberfalls 3. Springs of Laughter

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

you.

And I smile, instantly

involuntarily.

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.

#1. Origins

The Sun is the same,

for you and me, miles, oceans, continents apart,

but somehow, each sunrise, and each sunset

differs.

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 😀

#25. Unconscious doodles

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.

Coloured, patterned.

Ends touching.

Ends hollow.

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.

Something new.

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

 

 

#25. Wish you were here

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,

thank you.

And for once,

I didn’t have to close my eyes

and wish for you to

be with me.

#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.