#januaryfalls18 20. School Days

#januaryfalls18 20. School Days

Pen Fight!

Come on, boys! Let’s play the pen fight

We use the pens which would write! 

Some have ink,

others are pink!

It is so much fun to play,

throwing pens away!

Okay, so I wrote this poem way back when I was 10. I loved to rhyme and made it silly. So, taking inspiration from this poem, I will answer the prompt.

Walking through the corridors,

I trace my hand against the circle windows,

quickly taking in all the changes around me

the walls that used to seem too tall

the steps that seemed too large

the ceilings that were too high up.

Inside the classroom, the whole space is

smaller than I remember.

The metal benches are too small

but back then,

when my best friend say two benches away,

it seemed like we were galaxies apart!

No more school, no more benches

no more school-mates, classmates, bench-mates,

no more best friend.

I suppose I could’ve taken a different turn with this one but I like it. Sad, melancholy, wistful.

My bae, Parvathi over at Queen Talks and I are attempting these prompts curated by Poetry Falls over on Instagram.

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#Januaryfalls18 13. Garnet and gunsmoke

#Januaryfalls18 13. Garnet and gunsmoke

Glaring sun forces a bead of sweat down my neck.

Giving up is not an option.

Garnishing prettily the food I don’t like is one way to win me over. But not this.

Gun fight is not what I asked for.

Garnet stoned jewelry is bad luck for me.

Gone are those days when

gold can get you women.

Golden-hearted men, on the other hand, is who women

give themselves to, past, present and future.

Another experiment. I don’t know what I was thinking when I wrote this.

My bae, Parvathi over at Queen Talks and I are attempting these prompts curated by Poetry Falls over on Instagram.

#Januaryfalls18 15. Time for Change

#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.

#Januaryfalls18 11. Liquor and Lies

#Januaryfalls18 11. Liquor and Lies

“Hey, come here,”

you call me as soon as you notice me walking in.

I walk towards you,

noticing a half empty bottle

of red wine and you holding a glass.

I take a long sip from yours, and sit down

next to you.

You pull me by the collar

close to your face, our breaths mingled

“I’ll forget that I did this tomorrow, so”

And you kiss me.

Clumsy and with passion.

I hold you up, push you against the couch,

and kiss you back.

Next morning, we go back

to our lives.

Even though we don’t want to forget

that this ever happened.

Hm, this is okay-ish. I’m not very happy but it will have to do.

My bae, Parvathi over at Queen Talks and I are attempting these prompts curated by Poetry Falls over on Instagram.

#Januaryfalls18 5. Somaticize

#Januaryfalls18 5. Somaticize

Stomach aches.

Arms sore.

Legs cramped.

Tears pour.

 

“Try not to think in

situations where you get

anxious.”

Easier said than done.

Anxiety is a bitch.

And so was my therapist.

I really liked the first four lines. I didn’t know what to write next, so it just got a little bland in the second half.

My bae Parvathi, over at Queen Talks, and I are attempting these prompts curated by Falls Poetry over on Instagram.

#Januaryfalls18 9. Dalliance

#Januaryfalls18 9. Dalliance

You said you wanted something

with no strings attached

with no complications.

Just a casual spree

you and me.

I agreed.

How could I not?

If it means that I get to spend time with you

for however brief time it is

I will take it.

Even if my heart gets shattered

and splintered.

Hey, two lines rhymed!

Parvathi and I are attempting these prompts, curated by Falls Poetry over on instagram.

#Januaryfalls18 4. Dripping Secrets

#Januaryfalls18 4. Dripping Secrets

Now that I know that smile,

and now that I know how to earn it for myself,

time for the next step:

what lies behind that smile?

that rare and alluring smile

that smile that just disarms me

that smile that has to be earned.

Things aren’t as transparent as they seem

I’ve learned,

and people are the same.

So, should I wait for him to tell me,

or should find them out

by myself?

This is not going quite as planned. I mean this poem and the whole poetry challenge. Will come back soon!

Parvathi, over at Queen Talks and I are attempting poetry prompts by Falls Poetry over on Instagram.