Tomorrow’s a new day.

This one is for new beginnings. Join me as I go through my journey so far and how it has shaped me. If you read this on 31-1/12/2018, which is when this post was written, Happy new year. It goes something like this - "Before I tell you all about my journey, you should know that I am not the son of an army officer who has to wear uniforms and smell like good-byes..."

Mud paint and memories.

Beth was an artist. On some days, she would take half-filled whiskey bottles and paint her boyfriend's face on it. The skin would be dark and the nose small, the lips chapped and cheeks flushed. She would color every inch except the small circles in the eyes. She would leave that to the sun and whiskey. It had to resemble his eyes, after all. On other....

The smell of trees.

We've spoken about Agastya before, in this post - A new haircut. This poem is based on a very particular line that I wrote for him in that post. It was "He missed his people and the way they smelled like different kinds of trees." Let's talk more about that.....

A happy puppy.

He reminded me of the kind of love that drowns you. His words always felt like a push off the cliff and his touch felt more hot than warm. But then if I drowned, he'd kiss me till I could breathe again. If he pushed me off a cliff, he'd fall with me and hold me close in an embrace and take the impact....

It is really obvious why.

The first time I ever dated someone, I was often asked this question: "Why do you love me?". I didn't have an answer then but I do have a new perspective now. This poem isn't for that first someone but it is based around her question. We all get asked the same question and I hope to answer some of them. Read: "It's really obvious why. Because like moonlight, you made my scars beautiful. You tasted like burning scotch..."