Only you

via Daily Prompt: Replacement

Inside your warmth,
I lay furled.
In your pain,
I entered a new world,
so strange and noisy.

They wrapped me up,
nice and warm.
Yet I couldn’t feel,
you or your charm.
So, I cried along.

Bumbling around,
in a bundle,
I was passed on,
to be fondled.
Yet, for you, I craved.

Finally, I sensed,
your loving touch.
My emotions turned intense,
as you wrapped my hand,
gently, in yours.
I saw the reflection,
of my smile,
in the tears clinging,
to your eyes.

There is no Replacement,
for your touch,
my dear mother.
So soothing and healing,
there could be no other.


Yuhu’s corner:
I love you mom!!! This one’s for you.
P.S. Please forgive my bad drawing. I’m an ameteur artist.

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Two angles

via Daily Prompt: Automatic

He writes about her:

Are you afraid of me?
I’m not so beastly.
Do you ever notice,
that you alone are my focus?

I am drawn to you,
by everything you do.
I see you looking at me,
your cheeks turn rosy.
I wish I could tell,
I’m under your spell.
You are so enigmatic,
I’m turned on, Automatic.

When we met,
you broke into pearls of sweat.
Do you see me as a threat?
Why do you stammer?
Baby, I’m not the one to hammer.
Please don’t fear,
you are my love, my dear.

I wish there comes a day,
you would walk up to me and say,
that I’m your only way,
we’ll then dance and sway,
for that day, I pray.

She writes about him:

How are you so oblivious?
How can you be so clueless?
Aren’t my intentions clear?
Am I invisible to you, my dear?

Don’t you see me falling for you,
like the delicate morning dew?
When I look at your face,
all I wish is to embrace.
How I yearn to reveal,
what I truly feel.

But with you nearby,
my heart goes wild.
When you talk to me,
my heart is in a flutter,
and all I do is stutter.
You think I’m stupid?
It’s not me, it’s cupid.

How I wish a day comes,
when I muster the courage
to unveil my emotions,
so vulnerable, so tender.
To you alone I will surrender.


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At last

via Daily Prompt: Filter

At last, I can hear,
what you don’t tell,
At last, I can see,
what you hide.
At last, I’m not blind,
to your ruthless lies.

You were a cheat,
in every single meet.
You were my trust,
but you led me to rust.
You put on a saintly act,
Oh! What an evil tact.
I believed I was at fault,
your true intentions concealed in a vault.
You made feel like a loser,
you, silent, malicious abuser.
Oh! All those sleepless nights,
that you gagged me so tight.
Enslaved under your trance,
I gave you, yet, another chance.
Now, I’ve had enough,
I see through your bluffs,
it’s time to break the cuffs.

I’ll never let you Filter into me,
ever again, to unleash your venom.
I’m no longer a toy,
for you to toy with.
At last,
At long last,
I’ve set myself free.


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Not so simple

via Daily Prompt: Simple

You say life is simple,
but you don’t see,
my mind is crippled.
You say things will get better,
but you are unaware,
I am bound by an iron fetter.
You say it’s all in my head,
but you know not,
my spirit is dead.
You say I can rise again,
but do you hear me,
writhing in rotting pain?
You say I will be healed,
but you don’t sense,
my insides being peeled.
You think I’m creating a drama,
but you don’t feel,
my inhuman trauma.
Don’t say you understand,
there is no fire licking,
your every hair strand.
You say there will be clarity,
but you don’t notice,
I can’t identify reality.
Do you hear poisonous voices in your head?
To take a single breath, you do dread?
Is your sanity hanging by a thread?
If not,
don’t tell me,
it’s all too Simple.


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Blogger recognition award!!!


I feel like it was only yesterday that I wrote my first post,“Will anyone read my blog?”. And then, on the 23rd day of blogging, I get a wonderful surprise (a bit of shock as well!) from my lovely friend Varun of My Art & Me. I thank Varun for nominating me for the Blogger recognition award. It is such a HUGE encouragement for newbies like me, to be recognized at such an early stage. I realize that I have a long way to go. But I’m guessing the journey would be a blast.

I am a big fan of Varun’s work (I am not saying this because he nominated me). He is a wonderful poet, describing the emotions of his characters so well, that you become that character, as you read his poems. I specifically love the way he finds the perfect images for each one of his posts. These images instantly bring the readers to the mood of the post’s theme. I encourage you all to take a look at his work. I’m sure you’ll love it. You can find it here.

The rules for accepting this award:

1. Give thanks to the person who had nominated you and a link to their blog.
2. Write a post to show your award.
3. Briefly tell how you started blogging.
4. Give two pieces of advice to new bloggers.
5. Nominate 10 other bloggers for this award.
6. Comment on the nominated blogs and let them know you have nominated them and give a link to the post you have created.

How I started my blog:

I am a dreamer. I always have been. I dream of different characters and tales, a world full of stories. But I never wrote any. Just imagining a story was good enough for me. I wrote a couple of poems and showed it to my close friends. With the comments they gave, I realized that I need more feedback for my stories. After a lot of internal debate I started this blog, my first ever blog. The main reason is to get feedback from experts like you. I’m thankful to all my readers and followers who have provided me with comments and feedback. I really appreciate that.

Two pieces of advice to new Bloggers:

It’s funny, that a one month old  blogger like me, should give advice. Nevertheless, I will share with you, what I feel is important:

  1. Visibility: If you are an absolute beginner, the first thing you would want is visibility. I encourage you to participate in prompts and challenges, such as, Daily Prompts. This is also a wonderful way to find out how other writers view the same concept.
  2. Connections: Like I mentioned earlier, I am looking for quality feedback from writers. So I give feedback to others. I read a lot of posts and respond. I don’t just ‘like’, I comment, I ask questions about what the writers felt or why they used the words they used etc. This has not only made me understand the rationale for others’ posts but also made quite a few bloggers comment and respond to my posts.

So, let this beautiful chain of nominations continue. I nominate the following bloggers for the award:

Ups, Downs & Deviations
 Covert Novelist

I thank everyone who has made this blogging venture of mine, a memorable one. I hope to improve and to do a better job with every post. Thank you and have a lovely day!!!



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via Daily Prompt: Ten

The way you touched me,
the love in your eyes when you watched me,
the way you pulled me close to you,
and proposed to me out of the blue,
the way you looked into my eyes before we kissed,
Oh! That magical evening covered in mist,
The way you understood even before I spoke,
The desires in me that you used to evoke,
your fingers that wiped the tears from my eyes,
your words of encouragement that helped me rise,
your mischievous smile that lights up my life,
are all alive within me, even today,
Ten years, since your last word.
You left me alone in this awkward world,
with the promise that you made,
to stay by my side, forever,
still echoing in my solitary heart.


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You are the solution

via Daily Prompt: Devastation

There was once a situation,
I walked in the dark in isolation,
lost in my inner desolation.
Astray without a clear orientation,
I cried out in sheer desperation.

After years of frustration,
came the revelation.
In any condition,
with faith and imagination,
you will always find the right direction,
for in you, lies the solution.

You are the master of creation,
with no more doubts or hesitation,
break your fear of humiliation.
With hope and motivation,
always in life’s equation,
You will find your way to success and elation.

Love yourself with tender consideration,
Steered by your inner, positive elocution,
There will be no permanent Devastation.
Be the light of your own inspiration,
independent with no limitation,
you are the road to your salvation.


On a lighter note:
This is a confirmation,
that I’ve reached my highest point of saturation,
during the process of assimilation,
of words ending with the sound ‘-tion’.

The oversight

via Daily Prompt: Oversight

“Dude, that’s like the third packet of crisps”, Sam said. “I don’t care!!! I messed it up”, I said, grabbing the nearest packet of chips. “It’s alright man… It’s not like you got fired. Chill”, my new friend reassured. “I’m not so sure. You didn’t look at boss’s face. His look was…”, I cried. “Well, talking about the same thing isn’t gonna help”, said Sam wisely, opening a coke bottle to prepare his fourth glass of drink. Suddenly, I saw a spark in his eyes.

“Hey, Max! I don’t think your mistake would be a big deal! I mean, this could be the best mistake of your life!”, said a grinning Sam, positively beaming. “I don’t know what you mean. How many glasses have you had already? “, I asked him skeptically, munching the potato chips. “Did you know, that the stuff you are chomping for the past hour was discovered by accident?”, questioned Sam, with utmost authority. “You mean, invented? What was invented by accident?” I asked, not really interested. “Discovered, invented whatever!!! Chips, man, chips. Just imagine, if not an accident or an oversight, we wouldn’t be having chips!!! Imagine, a life without potato chips”, said Sam.

I noticed that he was already staring into space, one hand over his belly and the other hand clutching his glass, wondering how the world would be, without his favorite pack of chips. “Hmph! Well, I don’t know if screwing up my part in the annual report is going to get anyone anything to eat! Oh Well, it might help feed the guy who’ll take my place after I’m sacked!”, I complained. Oblivious to the statement I made, Sam squeaked hyper actively, “Dude! The coke… Even coca-cola was discovered…”. “Invented”, I interjected. “WHATEVER!! Alright, INVENTED by accident”, said Sam. “See, even if you are fired, this mistake”, Sam said, clapping his hands together, “This mistake is the best thing that could happen to you. This mistake is going to make you invent the… the… You know the thing? You are going to be rich man, rich, rolling in money”, blabbered Sam. I wanted to ask to him shut up, but I refrained from doing so, to the man who had offered me a friendly drink in his apartment after the annual report fiasco.

Leaving my stoned friend to enlighten the empty couch about the benefits of making stupid mistakes, I checked my e-mail on his computer. There it was… The e-mail for firing me. “Oh! no!” I whispered to myself. With trembling hands, I opened the mail from my boss. The subject was “An Oversight“. It read as follows:

Dear Mr. Maxwell Carter,
This is regarding the annual report that was submitted to the head office, this evening. I’m sorry that there was an oversight on my part.

“On your part?” I wondered. I hurriedly continued reading.

Dear Mr. Maxwell Carter,

This is regarding the annual report that was submitted to the head office, this evening. I’m sorry that there was an oversight on my part. I was mistaken that the error in the report was from your piece. But, in fact, it was from a colleague of yours, a Mr. Samuel Johnson.

“Oh-Oh”, I said. I looked at my poor, “high” friend, who was now singing obscure songs praising the concept of “stupid mistakes”.

Dear Mr. Maxwell Carter,

This is regarding the annual report that was submitted to the head office, this evening. I’m sorry that there was an oversight on my part. I was mistaken that the error in the report was from your piece. But, in fact, it was from a colleague of yours, a Mr. Samuel Johnson. Rest assured, disciplinary action will be taken against him. But I must apologize for my oversight, in this matter.

Neil Thomas

I couldn’t help but feel relieved after reading the mail, but I felt genuinely sorry for my friend. I had to break the news to him. I said, “Hey! You know what? I think I agree. I think mistakes are great, I mean, they could show us a new way.” “It could show humanity, a new way”, said my friend brimming with emotion. “Why don’t you read this?”, I asked.  “Oh! is it an article which describes all the discoveries, I mean inventions, that happened because of accidents?”, asked Sam enthusiastically. “Well, it could be a prelude to a great discovery… It all depends on how you take it”, I said weakly.

“What do you mean?” asked Sam, staggering towards the computer. “Read it for yourself”, I said.  I was ready to support him, if he was in need. Sam read the mail without batting his eye lids. He stared at it for five minutes. He then looked at me. His mouth opened and closed like a fish. “Like you said…”, I started, “It’s all for the best. I’m sure…”. “SHUT UP!!! Don’t throw those words at me”, shouted Sam. I was now a little afraid. “But, you just advised me….” I said. “Advice??? Advice is for others you fool!! Not for your own self. I’m fired… God!!! I’m fired”, he bellowed. “Well, just so you know…. “, I started. He looked at me as if he was going to kill me. “Um… Things will turn around. You’ll be fine….”, I whimpered. He stood up, pointed his finger at the door and roared, “GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE”. I knew that tone. I didn’t need him to repeat. The man started throwing things around. I took my coat and ran towards the door and closed it right on time. I heard something smash against the door. It must be his drink, I thought. Determined to not let my head be the landing zone of any of his projectiles, I ran outside and got into a cab. My heart did not stop pounding for a long time. After a while, it dawned on me that I was safe and wasn’t going to be fired the next day. I grinned. I was glad that I wasn’t Mr. Samuel Johnson.


Yuhu’s corner:
People who give a LOT of free advice freak me out. What about you? Do you give a lot of advice??? (Oops!!!)

Fights in love

I walk away from you, in hot anger.
As I slam the door to leave,
I wish you would call out my name.
But you don’t.
My temper shoots up instead.

As I walk away swiftly,
I hear voices inside me.
They say “How can he be so cruel and mean?”,
“Is this who he really wants to be?”
Now I feel that the distance,
between us must be greater,
And that alone could give me,
some peace and pleasure.
My furious mind says,
“Never see him again,
You have nothing to gain”.
And I agree, with my heart in pain.

As I reach my apartment,
the heavy smog in my chest,
starts to dissolve.
Back in my night gown,
I slowly calm down.
I now think clearly,
why couldn’t I see this a little early?
It wasn’t all your fault…
They were mine too.
If only I had been patient,
perhaps, listened a bit more,
I could still be with you,
cuddling to the core.

Realizing my mistake,
I rush to my phone.
And just then it rings,
playing your ring tone.
I cry like a fool.
I say,”Sorry I lost my cool”.
You speak and cast your spell.
You apologize and tell me
that all is, indeed, well.

We promise that, may be, the next time,
we could both become calmer and cooler,
a teeny bit sooner.
Probably, view our lives,
with a little bit of humor.
We could then enjoy the
cuddle after the fight,
Oh! That cuddle would be,
the best one alright!!!


Yuhu’s corner:
They haven’t made up yet, in reality. But I hope they do.
Update (21.1.2017): Yeah! They made up. I’m assuming they cuddled up later.

The workaholic

via Daily Prompt: Overworked

“So… We need to get this presentation done by morning, tomorrow”, declared the manager. Everybody groaned. One hand shot up into the air. It belonged to the man in the crisp blue striped shirt. “Err.. Are you sure? You did something for us just last week”, said the manager to the man. The manager scanned the rest of the staff and enquired, “What about you guys? Come on. You know how this works?” The man in the blue shirt said promptly, “Sir, please. Let me do it. I really want to”. The manager consented, quite happily. Well, why wouldn’t he?

As the man was packing up for the day, he could hear a bunch of people muttering near the coffee machine. “… I’m telling you, guys! That’s his way of buttering up the boss” said one. “That new guy needs help. I mean, he is volunteering to work extra! EXTRA! When we are here, breaking our heads to do our routine job”, said another. He could hear a third voice impart some wisdom to its audience, “All these new guys, I say… You can’t do much about them… He’ll come around”. The man was all packed and started towards the door. As he came closer to the coffee machine, his suddenly silent colleagues either pursed their lips or brought their coffee mugs closer to their mouths. He heard someone whisper, “He looks Overworked! Did you see his eyes? Such dark circles… My God!”, as he quietly closed the office door behind him.

The man plugged in his headphones to the cell phone and selected the play list “Work to station” and started listening to it, as he walked swiftly in the footpath. Anyone looking at him, would realize that this man was in some great urgency to get somewhere. Reaching the subway, he waited for a few minutes for his train. He looked at nothing but his shoes. He stared and stared at his worn out brown shoes, till his train arrived. Now into the train, he found his seat. He removed his headphones and placed it carefully inside his backpack. He took out his cellphone and started reading his favorite blog. This blog had a new humorous post everyday. He smiled after reading the post, something he hadn’t done all day. Without intending to, the man looked up. His eyes met a lady carrying her little child in her arms. The man looked at her hungrily… He stared at them fixedly till the woman noticed him and threw him an uncomfortable, suspicious look. The man immediately put his head down and got back to his blog.

Getting down from the train, automatically, his hands pulled out his headphones from his bag and he now loaded his second play list, “Station to home”. He started walking again with the same vigor towards home. On his way, he picked up his ‘usual’ from the food court. His second smile was reserved for this vendor. Reaching his apartment, he dug his pocket for the keys. He hated and dreaded this part of his day. He unlocked and entered the empty house.

He turned on the lights as he went in. This house reflected a completely different personality. In each room, one of the walls was painted in a bright color. The cushions and mattresses were are in such warm colors, that it was impossible to picture a cold person like him to live here. The man walked into a room, a room which would have been a bedroom once. He sat on the bed and simply stared into space. After a while, he walked to a cupboard and opened it with his trembling hands. The shelf was full of clothes, a woman’s clothes, whose colors were as warm as the house’s. He took one shirt and smelled it. “Nothing”, he said to himself. He carried the shirt with him to his bed. He held it tightly. The warm colored shirt now felt cold, without its owner’s presence inside it. The man brought the shirt closer to his face and whispered, “I miss you”, and a few tears escaped from his eyes. The man sat in the bedroom with his wife’s shirt covering his face, reminiscing his life with her.

His wife had died in a road accident and left him alone to exist. She was the one who had brought colors into his life. He was always an introvert, but with her, even he laughed and made jokes. She was carrying their first child when the accident happened. After months of therapy and medication, the man finally shifted his job to the current one. He figured that, the only thing that kept his mind from going back to the past was his work. He was ready to take up work, any work, that would consume his time and his life. This was the only solution he could find.

Scenes from today, flashed before his eyes, the lady with the baby. It could have been his wife and his child. The man suddenly got up from the bed, came out the room and locked it. He came to his couch and turned his laptop on. He spread his wife’s shirt on his lap, placed his laptop on top of it, and opened a new spreadsheet. This was the way he could escape from his tormenting  memories and thoughts.