The Walk Back Home

As I walked down the road,
The time told me,
It was too late to be out alone.
Frightened by the empty street,
I walked along, faster.
Darkness is a great catalyst.
And suddenly, I heard footsteps,
Someone walking behind me.
Thump thump thump.
If I was frightened before,
I was terrified now.
A million possibilities crossed my mind.
I’m strong.
I kept walking, faster.
Thump thump thump.
Faster, faster.
Was I being unreasonable?
I turned around and saw a man,
Walking, looking at his watch.
Thump thump thump.
He looked at me.
Be brave.
And he walked away.
Thump thump thump.

It was then that I realized,
What the world had been reduced to.
In our dark, twisted minds,
Humanity has been leeched out,
And all we see are demons,
Lurking in the shadows,
Fed by bold black prints on white.
This is how it ends.
The mighty two-legged beasts,
Bringing us to our fall.

NaPoWriMo Day 24: Halycon Days

She sits, recollects
The halycon days
The sun dazzled her eyes
Flurries of leaves flew by

As she sat on the swing
She heard the bombinating bees
And the mellifluous song
Of the frolicsome Koel

The salubrious breeze
Ran through her hair
As the sky transmogrified
Into a tincture of red

And when the sun
Settled into crepescule
The sea turned into
A coruscating mirror of colors

When her heart is shrouded
By the tenebrosity of the days
She sits, recollects
The halycon days

Prompt: Today I challenge you to write a “mix-and-match” poem in which you mingle fancy vocabulary, overly poetic words, with distinctly un-fancy words. Hopefully you’ll end up with a poem that makes the everyday seem poetic, and which keeps your poetic language grounded. Happy writing!

Photo clicked by my sister, Bhavya. You can see her other photos here.

NaPoWriMo Day 23: The World of Books

As I sit here reading and turn the pages,
Gleefully, I visit many lands unknown.
I see a ruthless king on a mighty throne.
Unseen, I travel through the ages,
With witches, wizards, Gods and sages.
One day, I’m in the hut of a crone,
Another, with a pipe and a mystery of my own,
Amidst torrid affairs and worldly outrages.
One day, on the back of a Hippogriff I fly,
Or soar across realms, from the Landing to The Wall,
And beyond, where White Walkers crawl.
One day I’m off to where shadows lie,
To find the one ring to rule them all.
As I turn the pages, worlds fly by.

Prompt: Today, I challenge you to write a sonnet. Traditionally, sonnets are 14-line poems, with ten syllables per line, written in iambs.You can write a “sonnet” that doesn’t have meet all of the traditional formal elements, but still functions as a mini-essay of a sort.

Since today is World Book Day, I decided to base my sonnet on the World of Books. I chose the Petrarchan sonnet with the following rhyme scheme: a b b a a b b a c d d c d c
I haven’t followed all the iambs. Turns out, writing a sonnet is not as easy as it looks.
Hope you enjoy it 🙂

NaPoWriMo Day 22: The Wind Sees Everything

Prompt: Today’s prompt comes to us from Gloria Gonsalves, who also suggested our prompt for Day Seven. Today, Gloria challenges us all to write a poem in honor of Earth Day. This could be about your own backyard, a national park, or anything from a maple tree to a humpback whale. Happy writing!

The Wind Sees Everything
From oceans to seas
From mountains to valleys

It saw the earth grow
It saw the earth reform
It saw the apes turn into men
A new world being born

It saw forests
Burnt to the ground
Then realizations
Dawning anew
Creatures of the night
People. You.

Yes, the wind sees you.
It saw you crawling
Into your mother’s arms
It saw you leave her fingers
And learn how to walk
It saw you crying for her
On your first day of school
It saw you grow
Resolute and beautiful
It saw your first love
It saw your first kiss
It saw you heartbroken
And in love again
It saw all your laughs
It saw all your tears
It saw all your struggles
It saw all your triumphs

The wind sees everything
And so it will forever
Blowing in all its perpetuity
Till you long cease to exist

I did not write this poem today. It’s a little old, but I thought this is perfect for Earth Day and hence chose to share it 🙂

NaPoWriMo Day 20: Kennings on my dog

Prompt: Today’s prompt encourages us to write a kennings poem. A Kenning is a two word phrase describing an object often using a metaphor. A Kennings poem is a riddle made up of several lines of kennings to describe something or someone. For example, you might call a cat a mouse-stalker, quiet-walker, bird-warner, purr-former, etc. 


My adorable sausage-dog

I wrote my Kennings on my dachshund – Trusty. I have previously written a post dedicated to My Squishy.

I will also attach a photo for your reference because how can I not take this opportunity to show everyone what a handsome young boy he is? 😀

NaPoWriMo Day 18: Home

Prompt: Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that incorporates “the sound of home.” Coax your ear and your voice backwards, and write a poem that speaks the language of home, and not the language of adulthood, office, or work. Happy writing!

Over 21 years
And a dozen places
Have I found one
I can call my home?

Where the day starts
With waking up to sloppy kisses
And barks and whimpers

Where the creak of the swing
And the rustle of trees
Create magic everyday

With the constant squabbles
Yet there is no place else
I feel I could belong

Over 21 years
And a dozen places
Have I found one
I can call my home?

Not one.
But a dozen.

Poet Cover

NaPoWriMo Day 11: Birth of a Poet

I was born

When my heart broke

Into ten thousand

Irreparable pieces

I drew strength

From the darkness

When a little light

Seemed unimaginable

As fear clawed it’s way in

My words spun around

Defining the blackness

I couldn’t even see

When pain ripped me open

I spilled out feelings

I didn’t know I had

Beautiful, sad

Till they became

My reason to breathe

A poet was thus born


Guest Post

This is a guest post by my sister, who wanted this out there to keep herself in check, and to send a message to all other girls struggling with a healthy body image.


For as long as I can remember, I’ve had issues with my body.

I still recall vividly the summer of the 3rd grade when I first felt bad about not being thin. And that’s how early it starts. That’s how much the society tries to push the thin-is-pretty ideology on everyone. Thanks to sports, i managed to remain healthy most of my life. Except for class 8, where an obsession with losing weight, becoming paper thin overcame me. A skewed self perception went a long way to make me drown myself in exercise and a measly amount of food. The initial months were good, I was eating healthy and running so much. But then I lost track of it all. I looked at myself in the mirror and all I saw was fat, ugly omnipresent adipose tissue. I started looking like I’d been sick. The 13 year old me couldn’t possibly comprehend that , thin was bad, fat was bad, what to do and be then? There was no self love, no identity. There was just a messed up want for acceptance. And I’d been deluded into believing that acceptance would come as fat disappeared. Boy was I wrong.

And here I am 4 years older (and hopefully wiser), in the same place again. But this time, I know what went wrong, and what I did wrong. And I know now, that it’s not about your face or body. I’ve beaten myself over body image issues and hated my body for so long. I’m going to give loving myself a go.

Not being thin, hot, pretty is by no means the end of the world and you can be a very happy individual if you focus on the better things in life – friends, family, love, education, ambition and being happy. Acceptance is faceted because people are faceted and as long as you know that feeling comfortable in your skin is of prime importance, it’s going to be fine. And I’m not, and I’m going to try to do something to change that. Let’s see if I get it right this time.


I Pretend

I pretend that I don’t see you
Your beastly eyes
Stripping me naked in your mind
I pretend
Because I’m ashamed
Because society has taught me
That it is my fault
Your hunger, your thirst
So I pretend
And you continue to please
Your lustful desire
Without laying a hand on me
You don’t need to

It’s amazing how
Without touching me
You violated me
Abused me
Degraded me
To a point
Where I lost all respect
For myself
But I continue to pretend
After all,
Having eyes is not a crime

Blogmania! – Contest

I have been frequently writing for the NextBigViral, and they are having a contest for bloggers. Woohoo! It’s our time now.

Ever felt a myriad of emotions running through ? Ever had a voice silencing that writer in you ?

Blogmania is your chance to let the writer in you unleash. Send in your articles to us, and we’ll have it read.

10 of the best entries will go up on the blog The categories for the contest are :
1. Startups
2. Technology
3. Fan Fiction
4. Reviews

Send in your entries by 11:59 pm, 20th October to and be the NEXT BIG WRITER.

So don’t hold back guys. If if you anything to write about any of these topics, send in your entries now.