#Octoberfalls 3. Springs of Laughter

#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


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.


#1. Origins

#1. Origins

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 😀

#25. Unconscious doodles

#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

#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.


#11. Daisies in Winter

#11. Daisies in Winter

The sun is shining

in the wrong time of the year.

Illuminating things

that ought to be kept in the dark.

Spreading warmth when

there ought to be chilliness

creeping into my bones.

The Sun is being a jerk right now.

The Sun

should not show it’s face

for the longest time,

for, once upon a time,

the Sun reflected my soul.

I originally began thinking of responding to this prompt in a hopeful way, but it took a turn that i had no control over. Hope you like it!

Growing up and apart

There was this little boy living near the sea, who was all of 8 years old, with sandy hair and eyes changing into colors of the sea: dark green when he was angry; pale, grey-green when he was calm. He was having his first swimming lessons from his father in the sea when I first noticed him. I wondered how I’d missed noticing him. I’m always looking for new recruits, or rather, ambassadors of Mother Nature, and here is this kid whom I’ve missed for eight years. So, I decided to confront him.

Since water was his first contact with earth, I sent my best fish to talk to him. Any normal kid would’ve been very scared of a talking fish, but instead, this kid happily chatted with him and it honestly shook me. I had one of the worst flares in several millennia. Not only did he chat with him, the kid was so enthusiastic and happy that my fish created a link between all him and all the things he loved, so that he could mentally chat with everyone and everything. This has never happened. It was forbidden, but my fish had broken the rules and had gotten away with it anyway (with the help of the kid).

As the years passed by, all of my colleagues took an opportunity to turn this kid into a kind and compassionate young man. But it didn’t take hard work. He was a natural. Just like the other girl across the planet. The boy had love for Mother Nature in his blood. He was no vegetarian; but that didn’t stop him from loving animals.He chatted with me like we were old buddies. He respected me and often reminded that as harsh as I can be, without me, the Planet couldn’t exist. He helped me lift my spirits up when I was low, which is almost everyday, and also everyone else’s. He also lovingly named my Captain Cloud as Papa Cloud. He went on to becoming a professional surfer in his late teens, found the love of his life, and is now in college. He is quite the adventurer!

Through all these years, all the link that he had with the creatures of Nature, big and small, has suddenly seemed to have vanished. He doesn’t speak to animals, or Water, or Sand, or the Sky, or the Clouds, or the Stars, or even me. But nevertheless, whatever my colleagues and I had taken him through his years of growing up has stayed with him. That’s what’s really important. He’s learned to respect Nature and fight for it, fight for it as if She’s his own, and he’s passed that message down to several other kids. I couldn’t be prouder.