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.
Stop.
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.

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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. 


Sound-sleeper
Trouble-maker
Sloppy-kisser
Happiness-inducer
Cat-chaser
Belly-scratch-lover
Tail-wagger
Massage-wanter
Loud-barker
Neighbor-annoyer
Water-hater
Lizard-scarer
Grass-eater
Carpet-digger
Bed-jumper
Socks-stealer
Heart-melter

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?

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

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

Home.
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.

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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