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the feeling of hollowness,
flowing through the blood.
resonance of a palpitating heart,
striking in the empty body shell.
fear gushing through the vein,
choking every cell of hope.
in the darkness of a brightly-lit room,
continues the vain search for life.

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Day 43 : One Fine Day

February 12 : All about you : Explain why you chose your blog’s title and what it means to you.

When sadness consumes you,
your eyes become blind to happiness around you,
in pain and suffering you live,
with each passing day, you die a little bit more,
each morning sun ray, makes your body decay a bit more,
for in a state of grief you are drowned,
burdened by the shadows of the past,
regretting the mistakes that bite your conscious,
sucking every last bit of life from your soul….

in a need to break free, in a need to free myself,
in search for an escape, spilling everything I have held back,
in an attempt to live again, feel my heartbeat again,
I have embarked upon this journey of my own
a never ending travel, for now it seems,
but I strongly believe that one fine day,
my outside will truly reflect my inside,
one fine day, my heart would laugh,
without faking a moment of joy,
one fine day, I will come out of this pain,
I will come out of this vicious fire of my Melancholy.

Day 40 : Cycle of life

February 9 Childhood revisted Sure,you turned out pretty good,but is there anything you wish had been different about your childhood? If you have kids, is there anything you wish were different for them?

An innocent journey it is
When we first start to crawl
Those surprising moments
When we see things for the first time
That care and love of our parents
With a sense of security and solace
The world seems such a peaceful place

Slowly but surely our clothes become small
The things which made us excited look exciting no more
Same old rooms, same old sun and the moon,
Everything starts to look mundane and dull

Few years pass by and we begin falling in love
Those shy stares and secret gazes,
A heavily pumping heart and sweaty palms
With few sleepless nights, a heart break and a lot of tears,
We grow out through this phase too,

While we are still wondering about the future
We graduate and get placed in a high paying job
13 hours a day toiling hard and living a monotonous life
No joy, no adventure, just a boring job,
Whilst we notice the first grey hair,
We celebrate our first wedding anniversary, how did all of this happen so fast, we wonder?

Lost in thoughts we are snapped back to reality
With the loud wailing of our first child
As we see him grow we get reminded of those lovely days
When we found excitement seeing the sun slowly coloring the sky
What a beautiful phase of life that was,
Reminiscing all those pleasant memories we sigh,

Soon our child would grow just like we do,
As we’ll watch all thks from a corner
Resting all day in our rocking arm chair, Waiting for the day we’ll be wrapped in our shroud
Away from all the people we love
To a place where there would be no light to see anymore.

Day 39 : The day of terror

February 8 : Karma chameleon :Reincarnation: do you believe in it?

Promised to us humans,
is the day of Resurrection,
the day when the accounts will be settled,
from dust, bones, ashes and no matter,
what form a man would had been decomposed,
he will be recomposed into one body,
the way he was while he was alive.

in front of his Lord he will appear,
trembling like a baby lamb,
for his books of deeds would be wide open,
all the deeds he did on the earth,
will appear one by one, whether public or hidden,
not a single detail would be left out,

how terrifying the atmosphere would be,
when the liar wouldn’t be able to lie,
the oppressor wouldn’t be able to oppress,
every soul shall taste the outcome of his sins,
every soul shall find his final abode,
a place where he shall live forever,

what a day it would be, full of terror,
but only for those who wronged their own souls,
for the one who lived upon the commandments of his lord,
shall find a place of rest,
that no eyes have seen,
no ears have heard of and no mind has thought of,
how beautiful will be the reward of those who were righteous,
of those who feared their Lord.

Day 32 : Flangiprop

February 1  ; Flangiprop! Invent a definition for the word “flangiprop,” then use the word in a post.

flangiprop : flangiprop refers depression post a failed attempt of suicide.


she wanted to escape this trauma
but she slid into deeper depths of it
she had given all she could
to gather the courage to slide the blade
across her numb trembling wrists
with a screech, so loud, she cut through,
like a volcano suddenly erupting
her blood burst through the cut veins
in all of this pain she smiled
for she tought she would finally escape
this traumatizing event called life
but, her fate had some other calculations,
in a state of shock she found herself alive
on a hospital bed, in an intesive care unit,
this is not the place she wanted to end up to,
it is as if her fears didn’t want her to leave
for when she was healed, they came back to seek revenge,
her room became darker than before,
the nightmares became scarier and frequent,
in her attempt to escape reality,
to free herself from this endless pain,
she fell into the abyss of flangipropiness,
helpless and defeated, with no way to escape anymore.

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 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(?)