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 41 : The Wrong Class

February 10 Teachable moment You have to learn a new skill. Do you prefer to read about it, watch someone else do it, hear someone describe it, or try it yourself?

I never knew “What love was?”
until we became close friends,
those long phone calls piling up my bill,
those endless conversations in the coffee shop,
everything seemed so innocent, so pure,
unaware of the turmoil in my heart,
you had share all your secrets with me,
how beautiful you looked with those tears in your eyes,
your sparkling teeth when you laughed out loud,
everything about you was just so perfect,

I never knew “What a heartbreak is?”
until I proposed you, shed my feelings in front of you,
that look on your face of shock and disgust,
your empty eyes staring at me, as if interogating me,
my love; a breach of trust it was for you,
even that day, you had tears in your eyes,
but it didn’t make you look beautiful anymore,
for my eyes were wet and everything looked so hazy,
I didn’t knew, a confession would end our relation,
for had I known the consequences, I would had stayed quiet,
in my heart would had burned forever the desires,

I realized my mistake bit too late,
for now, my phone bills are nothing more than monthly charges,
the sips of coffee hardly last for a minute too long,
everything now seems just so dull and mundane,
in a flash, within few minutes, everything was just lost,
I thought I had learned “What is love?”,
but I guess, I had enrolled in the wrong class.

Day 37 : {Incomplete Story}

February 6 : Choose your adventure Write a story or post with an open ending, and let your readers invent the conclusion.’

In a place, unheard and unseen,
once lived a fairy queen,
with her fragile wings,
her spotless beautiful face,
gliding through the clouds,
singing songs of joy and serenity…

In a place, wretched and wicked,
once lived a devil king,
with his teeth protruding out,
his scary face full of scars,
destroying everything he hates,
spreading havoc everywhere…

unknown of each other’s existence,
in a separate time and space, they lived,
passing their life in their own world,
but, fate always love to twist its tale,
for one unfortunate day, along with the wind,
she drifted far away from her land,
but, how innocent was she,
instead of feeling scared and frustrated,
she kept on singing her beautiful songs,
enjoying her new destiny.

But, how evil, was this twist in fate,
for the land she landed upon,
was the sanctuary of the evil king,
unknown of her future in this evil place,
………………..

Anyone who reads this should complete it… if not I’ll complete is at the end of the month…

Day 36 : Piece of Plastic

February 5 : Call me, maybe Describe your relationship with your phone. Is it your life-line, a buzzing nuisance, or something in between?

I keep getting advised
to come out and see real life,
for all my time is dedicated to this device
making me ignore everything around
such a nuisance it is for others
for I give it more importance than humans
but, little do they know why I do so,
an escape from reality it is for me,
from all the pain and suffering around me,
an escape from the selfishness and ungratefulness
of all the people, I once, so dearly loved,
for the time and the people, both have changed,
but this piece of plastic has remained the same.

PS : My life is not really like this, but the prompt was too lame to write a poetry upon it lol

Day 34 : Melancholy

February 3 Writing room :
A genie has granted your wish to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like?

Away from the world, disconnected;
with no sign of any noise
or any other disturbance
with the walls painted pure white
a small window, welcoming the rays of the delightful sun,
an oak wooden desk and a timber arm chair,
a subtle aroma of rose filling up every empty space of the room,
a quill and a classic ink pot,
with cloudy white sheets of paper,
a perfect place that would be,
to spill out all the thoughts that cross my mind
but with all these beauty and positivity,
the ink that will settle on my white paper,
would still scream and wail like a baby,
for no matter where I am, no matter how tranquil the place maybe,
my musings would be only filled with melancholy

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(?)