2. Where Does The Light Go?


There was a spring in your step,

all day, every day.

despite the fact that you’re tired to your bones,

you radiated energy.

There’s a fire inside you

that never seems to go off

and it brightens up any room

any soul.

You seemed to be smiling,

even when you’re not

and you were a beacon of happiness

that everybody can’t help but be drawn towards.


I don’t know what happened.

It must’ve been something because you suddenly shut off.

No warning.

Or is this the warning…?

Your walk is slow, deliberate steps.

Purposeful. Careful.

As if you don’t want to tread on anybody’s toes.

Even bright and early in the morning,

you seem to have become a black hole,

sucking energy but not radiating anything.

Someone called the fire department and doused all your fire

thinking they were saving you but all they really did was

just destroy you.

Maybe it was deliberate, maybe it was accidental.

But you’re still drawing people towards you,

even if they don’t know that they’ll be sucked into

nothingness and

getting back up is

nearly impossible.

Well, I did warn you.

I’m attempting these prompts with Parvathi over at Queen Talks and these prompts, “The Lonely Astronaut” were set by Amanda Torroni and Tyler Kent White. I’m combining prompts from these and the Official NaPoWriMo.


#Januaryfalls18 22. Winter’s Crown

The floor is freezing under my bare feet

I can’t find a carpet anywhere so I just

bundle myself with the blankets

and forge ahead towards the sink.

If I didn’t have work today,

I wouldn’t know what the sun looked like.

Meh. Feeling a little (a lot) out of sorts lately.

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

#Januaryfalls18 12. Delightful Dreams

You are sitting next to me,

knees touching, the length

of our thighs meeting,  our hips

straining, arms struggling to

hug, shoulders

kissing, but facing


I turn, you turn

knees cross, thighs

overlap, hips

kiss, chests

smash, lips

collide, hands


I don’t ever want to wake up.

Well, this was delightful to write.

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



#Novemberfalls 15. Unstrung

In this puppet show

called LIFE,

I have been led to make many

many wrong decisions.

Well, not any more.

Your decisions

I suffer the consequences.

No more.

I cut off the string attaching me

to you

and I feel free.

This could be taken as a poem on suicide. I suppose.

Parvathi and I are attempting these poetry prompt by Falls Poetry.

#Octoberfalls 2. City Skyline

Sweet whispers through the chilly air

at midnight

two pairs of feet

dangling off the edge

is my favourite way to spend time with

with you.

But now that you

are gone

I sit there,

on the same rooftop,

one bare foot dangling off the edge

watching life go by

at midnight in

the silence of the chilly air.

I promised myself I wouldn’t go back to writing sappy romantic poems, but oh well.

The art accompanying isn’t good at all, but well, I am still learning.



#Octoberfalls 1. Namaste

My Soul recognizes

yours and may we never part, for

your beautiful soul

lights up my own in a way

it has not in a long time.

A Tanka.

This is the first prompt for OctoberFalls poetry Challenge up on Instagram. I am also creating art for it! I am not really good at it, but seriously, I find peace drawing and painting.

Also, for a person who is slightly obsessed with hands, I cannot, for the love of God, draw them well.

#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!”


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!