#7. Accidental Birthdays

It was a long day,

longer than the Equinox,

longer than the Solstice, even.

My eyelids were heavy and half-closed

when I made back to my apartment that night.

Shoving my bag aside and switching on the lights,

people jump up and scream,

“Happy Birthday!”

Huh?

I am confused, only momentarily,

because then you come bouncing towards me

with a huge, face-splitting smile,

so genuine and warm

and even your slight frame knocks me back a little,

when you hug me with so much love.

“Happy birthday!” You say.

I smile back at her,

as she leads me towards the cake.

It was the best birthday ever,

even if it was a few months early.

Parvathi and are doing Rebirth In April in June. Yes. No, we’re not confused. Check out her poetry! They’re amazing!

#2. Wasting time on temptation

Sometimes, when I catch myself

Staring at him, for no absolute reason

other than that I fancy him,

I mentally scold myself.

“You will not go through that pain

again!

You will not out yourself through

falling in love,

again!

No, commitments with boys

who do-and-dash are fatal

for the heart.”

And I know it better than anyone else.

Fighting this temptation is really hard,

and it takes all that I have in me to fight

and think of you as an ugly, unlovable

ogre, inside and out.

Well, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t speak it out of experience. XD

#1. I’m just going to lie & tell you starting over was easy

Parvathi and I are back! We will be attempting JR Rogue’s and Kat Savage’s Rebirth in April in July. Yes, I know that sounds off, but if we didn’t do it, we agreed that our brain cells would’ve just dried up for no further use.

I hope to have a header soon. Let’s see what I can conjure up myself again this time.

I hear my heart cracking into a million little pieces

As I turn my back to you

and walk away.

I don’t cry because, well,

the tears don’t do justice to the

overwhelming feeling that I am currently feeling.

And then, I hear something else.

Another shatter, away from me.

This time, it is yours.

I look back and nod at you,

in acknowledgement that

it is just as had for you

as it is for me.

#23. Fade. Fading. Fate.

#23. Fade. Fading. Fate.

I walk the long length from the quadrangle to the canteen

to get to the other block.

I hate it.

I hate the fact that so many people sit there

outside the canteen

at all times.

Their mean faces, judging me.

Their laughs, haunting me.

Their body language,

despising me.

I take another route,

one which I didn’t know was allowed,

as it helped me fade and blend

into the darkness.

Well, I felt like this in my final year. Weird, right? I’d spent more time than all those people sitting in the canteen and I’m the one who is judged.

These prompts, The New Renaissance, were created by Tyler Kent White and Amanda Torroni, and I am attempting these with Parvathi over at Queen Talks.

#11. How to eat Honeycomb

#11. How to eat Honeycomb

Rules of the Honeycomb club:

  1. Always wear full clothes.
  2. You never question your source. We never question your method.
  3. You never bargain. You want it? Pay the price in whichever option you prefer. But earn it.
  4. Once you start, you’re officially in.
  5. And once you’re officially in, there’s no going back.

Something inspired by The Fight Club.

These prompts, The New Renaissance, were created by Tyler Kent White and Amanda Torroni, and I am attempting these with Parvathi over at Queen Talks.

#10. 21st Century Blood letters

#10. 21st Century Blood letters

My grandpa once told me,

“I wrote a love letter to your Grandma once,

in blood, mind you!

cut off at the wrist, spent ages eating buns,

just revive my blood, and your Grandma’s love

for me.”

I ponder on that, for a full minute,

and I say, “Were you also taken to the hospital,

like they do these days?”

He shook his head.

“All they did was bandage my wrist, and tie me to bed,

for I did not want to spend a day

without seeing your Grandma’s face.

These days, nobody writes love letters,

much less in blood!

Selfishness comes above,

even love,

and there’s nothing we can do

unless you learn.”

Well. Another experimentation of sorts. I was heavily, heavily inspired by this graphic novel, The Rime of the Modern Mariner and writing was just SO BEAUTIFUL.

These prompts, The New Renaissance, were created by Tyler Kent White and Amanda Torroni, and I am attempting these with Parvathi over at Queen Talks.

#9. Hiraeth

#9. Hiraeth

There’s a world out there

somewhere, in a time beyond my reach

where i can breathe air

free of words of words of deceit floating in it

only the sweet smell of flowers and petrichor,

drink waster so clear that

I can count every grain of gravel at the bottom,

look up at the night sky

and finally believe that there really are

an infinite number of stars.

If there’s a life after this

my only wish is to experience purity

in me and my people.

These prompts, The New Renaissance, were created by Tyler Kent White and Amanda Torroni, and I am attempting these with Parvathi over at Queen Talks.