Sapphirism

my father's madness is a strange kind of madness.  you can't smell it in the breath analysers. you can't hear it in his eloquent speech. you can't see it on my mum's unmarred skin. but when his eyes go red and his hands are fisted, you can smell it wafting out of his untouched plate. you can hear it in my mum's sobs when it's late at night. you can see it in the pointed glances from the neighbours. you can feel it in the silence stretching out for months. his words are a shock of cold water in the wildest winter. his anger is the smoke and ash rising from a volcano. his approaching footsteps are the heavy chop of a guillotine. with him, you must: always touch the steam iron before you show up to the room. be trained to be impassive when you're a spectator to his cruelty. practice the art of keeping your tongue between your teeth. don't be incensed when he brings up his islamophobia. don't be enraged when he calls you a dirty slut. don't you c

via GIPHY It is 18:32. The sinking sun diffuses into the sky like orange candy on a tongue. The sun is slow, yet swift—it gracefully descends like a ballerina when you look at it, but plunges down like a dart plane when you look away. It is as if the sun feels your gaze and wants you to marvel at its glory as it puts its nightcap on. But you should know, the sun only takes a stroll around the world to light up some distant skies. When you see the sun swallowed by the horizon, you should know that it is swiftly climbing up the stairs of another sky in a far-off land you have never seen. Another girl will perch at her balcony at 18:32 to watch what you have just watched. And it will go on. via GIPHY I totally did not write purple prose there  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Did the excessive imagery enhance your reading experience, or was it a hindrance? Please tell me so that I can improve!

Raindrops greet sidewalk chalk Breathing in the petrichor Sun's asleep, drowsy stars Tucked in little sweethearts The wind screams down in the grass People whip out their umbrellas A boy and a girl dance in the rain Her friend watches from the window panes Wishing they could dance like this Pull her closer, maybe share a kiss The droplets fall in a rush Promising a future lush A wave washes from the sky Escaping little dreamy sighs A prayer sent to the night Whispering, "It'll be alright." Hello! I had written this poem (from a village, ironically) during the Cyclone Tauktae. And (more ironically), I am posting this on a sunny day! 😂 But it's funny how today is the first day of July and yet there has been no rain for a week and a half where I live! Not that I like rain very much lol, so I'm happy. Do you like rain? Is it raining where you live? Tell me! :D And don't forget to tell me your thoughts on the poem ;)