Scribbles by Ayushi
Prompt: Rendezvous I was coal buried in the Earth’s bosom raw, naked unearthed destined to burn. You were a flicker of light with orange flames playing with fireflies in the dead of the night. I was a forest waiting to be devoured kindled to ashes and turn to smoke in your power. You were a […]
Prompt: Serendipity While cleaning this Diwali I met old friends of mine. Now yellow, wrinkled with age they were books I’d read as a child. As I opened an Enid Blyton book A note fell near my feet In a child’s scrawl, it said: When I grow up I will live in a library And […]
Word Prompt: Black The black of the night Asked the lone star bright Why do you go on shining alone In a sea of darkness? Doesn’t the loneliness engulf you Oh, star bright? Choke you Numb you Make you mad with fright? It’s my nature to burn, said the lone star I must do that, […]
Since my brush with it, I believe that depression is a state of mind that can only be described in metaphors. Words don’t suffice. Sentences fall short. It is only in metaphors that this wretched feeling can be described.
This is one of the oldest of my poems. Coincidentally, this is also the first poem I performed during an open mic.
I started a poetry challenge a few years back. I asked my friends to give me a word as a prompt and promised them that I would make a verse out of it before the day ended. The idea was to challenge myself as a poet, have fun with words and not take the day too seriously. This was back in 2020. Since the verses were random spins on words and rhymes, far from perfect, I never shared them here. But even imperfect must be celebrated and if its all in good fun then more so !
When you open the windows and let in the sunlight, yet to shine on broken columns And the rain comes in too? What do you do? You shut the drapes tight And ask Why can’t I just have the sun And leave the rain outside? So you hug your knees to your chest And dream […]
I had time on my hands and energy I could run a race or climb a tree But I felt something take hold of me So I sat down and wrote some poetry Do you know? Why do I do so? I mean, write poetry? Well, I don’t know But it must be so; When […]
Busy buzzy bumble bee You seem so restless Just like me. Can’t choose a colour Is that why you chose black n’ yellow stripes, Do you also not know What to do in this little life ? Do you also sway from highs to lows Do you make plans that fail, Or you just go […]
