#14. White Noise

#14. White Noise

You’re talking.

I can see your lips move,

your hands making arcs in the air

your eyebrows scrunched up in worry.

But I don’t hear you.

All I hear is the repeated words,

as if on an infinite loop,

you failed you failed you failed.

Parvathi and I are attempting Rebirth in April in July. Her responsive poem to this prompt is amazing. Go, click the link here!

#9. The force of forgetting you

#9. The force of forgetting you

What if you’d replied to that last email?

What if you’d texted me, “I don’t understand what you’re saying…”

What if you’d told me, “Sorry, no,”

Or, “Let’s talk soon.”

What if you’d not made me feel like a total idiot?

Would I still be pining that you didn’t even think we had a chance?

Or would I be a different person?

Would I have forgotten you already?

Just like I am trying so hard to push away

the thoughts of you that just seem to

creep in at odd hours of the day.

Well, old memories here to screw us up.

Parvathi over at Queen Talks and I are attempting this set of prompts together, called Rebirth in April, created by JR Rogue and Kat Savage.

#5. Sunday Coffee and Second Chances

It is 6 AM on a Sunday morning.

My eyes shot open and look at the clock.

Trying to go back to sleep is a lost cause.

I get up and rub my eyes with my fists,

giving myself bags, and pick up the book next to me

on my night stand.

I’d given up on it, last night,

but it was so beautiful.

Memories are a bane,

but I banish those thoughts aside

and heave myself off the bed,

to get myself some coffee

on an unnaturally bright and early

Sunday morning.

 

 

#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.

My City

This was a poem that I performed during the last Pratibha (a cultural fest) of my final year college, sometime last year. The theme was The World Through my Lens, and of course I’d write about my city. I secured third place for performing this! And then I fell sick for the next 10 days.

High rise apartments

on dead lakes.

Lakes that provided for hundreds and hundreds

of acres of farmlands.

Lakes that provided for hundreds of migratory birds and nature lovers.

Lakes that gave us drinking water,

fresh and healthy.

Lakes that were alive, fifty years ago.

It was about nature. It was about being happy.

What about now?

What about now, you ask?

Look around you!

High rise apartments,

software dumps,

industrial wastes,

air conditioning,

cars, cars with air conditioning,

Employment opportunities like no other!

Would you build a twenty storey house on your providers’ grave?

Should I be proud that this is about the development of my country?

Or should I hang my head in shame and shiver with fear that the one thing that I hold dear, will be snatched away from me

in the next ten years?

Looking back on this, there are lots of opportunities for improvement. But I wrote this in like, 20 minutes in class, so I shall forgive myself.

 

 

#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.