Feeling blue

beautiful sky blue sky

stretched from one corner to another

a too-bright silver disc above me

but i don’t care.

I see the dark blue line

where the sky and the sea green sea

sit and chat

all day long

like they’re best friends.

as that silver ball of fire dips

disrupting the sea-sky time,

they are no longer friends.

they puch each other apart

fighting for the other, cooler, prettier

silver disc, the sky blue sky turning into the

perfect indigo, matching my soul

and sea green sea turning so dark

it looks like ink, but foamy.

as it reaches my feet, I wait for the

ball of fire to ascend

and the sky blue and sea green

to become friends

again.

This was a prompt given to me by my bae Parvathi over at Queen Talks. She told me to write something with just one colour. It was obviously a challenge for me, seeing how much I love colour, but I really love this poem, even if the imagery is a bit cliched.

She and I have something exciting coming soon (we hope!) so look out for it!

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#Januaryfalls18 16. Eunoia

“Hey, so you know what ‘eunioa’ means?”

“It is the shortest word where all vowels are present,”

I wrinkle my nose. “Okay, but what does it mean? It has to have a meaning, right?”

You think for a minute.

I love the fact that you didn’t say, “Google it yourself; why are you asking me?”

Then you smile.

“Eunoia means… a beautiful mind. A well thinking mind, such as yours.”

I blinked.

Me?

“You are the most learned person here, you know,” I poke your hips, which makes you grin in a way that gives me goosebumps.

“I said ‘beautiful mind’. If I fall sick, you know exactly what to do, without losing your head. You give me medicine, and food that i can eat and company. But when you fall sick…”

“Go on,” I whisper.

“I lose it. I wouldn’t know what to do. I feel helpless. You are strong and your mind” you knuckles rap the ride of my head slightly; lovingly. “is fit and works well and just

plain

beautiful.”

Well, I love you for saying that.

Ehh a little cheesy but doesn’t matter! I put it up!

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

“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 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 3. Feathered fancies

I’m floating, mid air.

I don’t know how I got here

I don’t know how I’m floating.

I don’t know where I am.

The only thing I know, is that I’m floating

When I thought I was drowning

from all the weight of the world’s burden.

Meh. My brain is addled.

These are prompts from Falls Poetry over at instagram. Parvathi, my bae over at Queen Talks, and I are doing them together, as per usual.

#JanuaryFalls18 1. Brand New Beginnings

Chin up

defiant smile

no colour

eyes set

lightly lined

forehead uncreased

hair back

pins everywhere

New year is here.

But the new me

is not coming.

the old me

I don’t recognize.

so which me

am I staring at?

Parvathi and I are back, again, perhaps with little bang to write our very first set of poems for the new year. And hopefully, we shall stick it out till the end.

And yes, this poem is a sort of an experiment. I’m not too happy with it, but oh, well.

#Octoberfalls 19. Tearful Moon

It was a full moon night.

The sand was quickly cooling down to the temperature of the night.

I was warned not to go near the water.

The tides are too heave, they told me.

But I sit close to the water,

willing the sea and foam to take me in

just as they took you away.

Finally, I can join you.

A little feels.

And I am back. I was back a few days ago from my vacation, but I am in a major slump. Will try and catch up real soon!