Subtle signs

Inkling

It happened so suddenly,

I can’t remember it perfectly.

However, when all I ended up talking about was you

When every moment with you, bought vigor new.

When the songs began to make sense,

When around you, I was always on fence.

When I spent hours looking for your birthday gift,

When I stared at you from the corner of my eye in the lift.

When whatever you did was perfect to me,

When watching you smile, made me go weak in the knee.

When I stayed up all night thinking of what you said on the phone,

When I looked forward to our moments alone.

When your name popped in my mind writing the poetry above,

I had an inkling, I was in love.

© Sneha P [Rights Reserved]

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Midnight conversations

Today’s prompt – Conversation

The music was loud, the words were few

I couldn’t find my friends, all the faces were new.

I scanned the room, our eyes met for a moment

She looked at me and looked away, a little hesitant.

The noise was too much, I couldn’t hear myself think

I stepped outside, for fresh air, and saw a vision in pink.

It was the same set of eyes, I had seen inside

I smiled at the woman beside.

Two strangers tired of trying to fit in the crowd,

We decided to go somewhere not so loud.

While the world cheered at midnight,

I admired her pale face glowing under the faint streetlights.

Walking around the city, talking about everything and nothing,

I found the one thing that my life was missing.

While I did not have a grand celebration,

I found something better in that night’s conversation.

© Sneha Pathak [Rights Reserved 2018]

The purple skies

Here’s my entry for three line tales this week:

The little girl looked at the purple skies, sprinkled with fairy dust, and made a wish to live in the tall, mysterious tower she saw in the distance at the end of the village.

The lonely princess looked at the purple skies that matched the purple bruises on her skin and wished to be out there the village, free from this prison.

The purple skies faded away into dark night, leaving behind a thousand unanswered wishes.

Sneha Pathak

What do you do with the songs?

I wonder what do you do with all the songs? You know the songs, that people, friends, lovers and so on suggest to you or the ones you suggest to them? What do you do with these songs when these people leave?

What do you do when the song, that you and your best friend screamed into the mike at that karaoke bar comes on the radio, when you both don’t talk anymore?

What do you do with the song that your boyfriend sang on the phone at 2 am when he drunk dialed to tell you he loves you, when you haven’t seen him in months.

What do you do with the song that you danced to at your wedding with the man who promised to love forever, when the last you saw him was in a divorce court?

How many songs can you avoid? How many songs can you hate, simply because they bring you nothing but a stabbing  pain in your heart as the memories of people that left comes rushing back.

What do you with the songs?

 

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Succumb

Succumb

 

Tonight the monsters don’t haunt, they whisper

Whisper the verses that fill the blank pages

Tonight, I let them out of their cages.

Tonight, my cheeks aren’t wet, no dried tears

Tonight, the ink sings my deepest fears.

The suppressed pain comes out tonight,

Tonight, I will not put up a fight.

Tonight, I will no longer feel numb,

I’ll feel the pain and succumb.