Dark, cold nights call for
staying indoors and being
a good girl. No. Not me.
I am not scared of
the people out there, trying
to stare me down, pose
a challenge. Take scarves off, roam,
walk free out, under the stars.
A haiku and a tanka. I’ve missed them.
My bae, Parvathi over at Queen Talks and I are attempting these prompts curated by Poetry Falls over on Instagram.
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.
“Science is the best option for you!”
“You like biology? Medicine it is!”
“Computer science in engineering will fetch a job with an attractive salary and a beautiful girl!”
Little did they know,
that with each passing day,
the music stopped playing
and movements stopped.
The paints stopped mixing,
and the canvases remained blank.
The ink in the pen
and so did the soul
I am so conflicted with my future right now. I had to get it out. No one has forced me to study anything, but the expectations are little suffocating.
Laugh in my face.
Drive as fast as you can.
Jump from that platform.
Lat go of the purple hand that your holding.
Pierce your ears.
Travel. See places.
Talk to people. Share stories.
Go out without a phone.
Life is too shot to be doing
They say words sometimes (most of the times) come out from the depths of the person. I guess this is what I really feel inside. I want to spread this to as many people as possible.
On another note, check out my friend at Queen Talks. Her response to this prompt is a must read!