Day 31 : Past?

January 31 Burnt : Remember yesterday, when your home was on fire and you
got to save five items? That means you left a lot of stuff behind. What are the things you wish you could have taken, but had to leave behind?

Why should we dwell in things
that we have been left behind,
by wish or by force,
willingly or unwillinglingy,
no matter how we did,
for no matter how many litres of blood
we burn thinking about those things
they shall never return back
if nothing can be changed,
what has once passed can never return,
no matter what,
then why waste our present,
this beautiful new moment,
only to regret about it, when tomorrow,
it will eventually become our past?

Day 30 : Dreams

January 30 Burning down the house Your home is on fire. Grab five items (assume all people and animals are safe). What did you grab?

Lol is this even a writing prompt? Bleh.. I tried.

with you,
I had dreamed a million dreams,
sometimes I felt excited, sometimes just nervous,
everything I did, I’d find you in it,
every future plan I made, I made it with you as its center,
my life revolved around you,
like the planets that revolve around the sun,
how wonderful were those little imaginations,
I’d built inside my head, like a castle of happiness,
built upon the foundation of love and committment,
everything seemed so picture perfect,
till one day, you decided to leave,
leave this castle of our imaginations,
and live in a castle made of expensive bricks,
burning the beautiful abode we had built,
built to have a blissful future together,
but, you became impatient, you needed riches and comfort,
with me it was always about hard work and struggle,
I do not blame you, I blame myself,
for at the end of the day, I wanted to give, what you sought,
I was a little late in fulfilling my aspirations,
so you took your chance, grabbed on the opportunity and went away,
leaving me behind, with a heart full of love, now broken,
a burning castle slowly turning into ashes,
for all the dreams we had dreamt, suddenly disappeared,
as you woke up and left, while I was still dreaming in my bed.

Day 29 : A Deserted Street

January 29 Through the window Go to the nearest window. Look out for a full minute. Write about what you saw.


a sunny afternoon and a deserted street,
no sign of life, no sign of movement,
few papers, few bags, rolling around,
mundane and lifeless, boring and lonely,
what is there more to describe?
it seems like a ruined, abandoned, place,
but sadly, it looks too familiar,
as if God has painted my life on the street,
no sign of life, no sign of movement,
few hopes, few dreams, flying around,
mundane and lifeless, boring and lonely,
a dead heart struggling to beat,
what is there more to describe?
a sunny afternoon and a deserted street,
nothing new, just a mirror reflection of my life(?)

January 28 : Small Child

January 28 :  Ode to a playground A place from your past or childhood, one that you’re fond of, is destroyed. Write it a memorial.

When I used to feel scared
I used to run towards her
hugging her very tight,
sharing with her my fears,
she used to carress my hairs,
and used to tell me “everything is okay”
lifting me up in her arms
singing me sweet lullabies
about heroes and angels,
making me feel so comfortable.

Now she has grown old
and so have I stretched in size
for her I maybe still the same little child,
I, for a few moments, forget about my age,
I hug her like I used to when I was a child,
but more gently for I am afraid
her weak bones won’t able to bear the strain,
for her I maybe still the same little child,
I, for a few moments, forget about my age,

but, then I realize,
she cannot carry me in her arms anymore,
but, then I realize,
for her love I have grown far too old,
but, then I realize,
the truth of the time and sadness of my life
I wish I could shrink in size,
so I could fit in her arms,
I wish I could go back in time
and listen to her beautiful voice
I wish I never grew up
for no matter how much I care for her
I would never be able to pay back
all that love she gave to me
when I was a small child,
afraid of the world.

Day 27 : Since her birth

January 27  Sliced bread :  Most of us have heard the saying, “That’s the best thing since sliced bread!” What do you think is actually the best thing since sliced bread?

Well I am kinda blank with this prompt, so excuse my “sorry” attempt on this one.

She was broken, torn apart, lifeless
and all the sad things you could
think in this world, was the condition,
she was going through.
Afraid, of any kind of nearness or touch,
she was living in a haunting nightmare,
awake, yet in those dark dreams,
the tragedy, in her brain, kept on repeating,
she had shunned away everyone, even her dad,
the only guy she blindly trusted and loved,
but, he wasn’t from those who give up easily,
he wasn’t those who would blame their daughters
for things which they couldn’t control,
he wasn’t ready to let her past steal her present,
each day, he would bring her a new present,
a new ray of hope, a new reason to smile,
She kept on resisting her emotions,
but he kept on being persistent in his goal,
the sole aim of his aging life,
days passed by, and so did months,
but he kept on trying without missing a single day,
when everyone around him had given up the hope,
he tried once more, walked few more miles,
and then, one fine day, he too slipped,
not in his goals, not in his desire, but on a banana peel,
flat bottom, with the mango juice all over his clothes,
but before he could feel his broken bones,
he felt something else, something that made him cry,
cry of joy, for he saw her daughter laugh out loud,
like a butterfly that broke her cocoon, she looked beautiful,
like a dream come true, with wet eyes, he kept on staring at her,
staring at her smile, for him, the best feeling in the world,
under a sigh of relief, he murmured few beautiful words,
your smile is the best thing that happened to me since your birth.

Day 26 : Good Riddance {Unpopular Opinion}

January 26 Musical : What role does music play in your life?

There was a time,
when my ears had become one
with my earphones buds,
between notes and hums,
I spent my day, my nights.
like blood running constantly,
the sound passed through my veins
reaching every organ of my body
controlling every reaction I displayed
each beat made me palpitate,
till I became a slave, an addict.
till it became a pain for me,
a source of constant stress and mood swings,
the more I heard it, the more it made me mad,
angry, frustrated, annoyed, irritated,
as if I was possessed by some evil spirit
so I stopped, deleted the 100’s of GB I had,
it pained a lot, to see all of the data get destroyed,
but ever since, I have felt alive, reincarnated,
for all the filth that had consumed my heart,
I had finally shed it, got rid of it,
made myself free, free from the prison,
of notes, sounds and beats,
away from all the nuisance and vulgarity,
Looking back all of those years,
the only thing I remember is
the title of one of my favorite songs
which describes everything I feel
about music in my life;
“Good Riddance”.
for Music might be life for someone,
but for me it was a dreadful poison.