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Wordle #518 – Sunday Whirl

Response to Sunday Whirl Wordle #518 I trysitting on the lush green carpet,marking where the land ends,it’s where the swollen waves falland dissolve,plucking my tears and making some flowers. I trymaking a garland,by weaving together the late blooming flowersmade up of my salty tears,touching, caressing each and every petaland the knots between them. Then IContinue reading “Wordle #518 – Sunday Whirl”


Wordle #257 – My marriage for the prompt. My marriage is the Crumbs of cake that I licked before washing my plate,now it is stuck, under the sides of my tongue,in the back of my throat,like an esophageal itch that would last a lifetime. or maybe it is like the cicatrix on the old oak tree at the endContinue reading “Wordle #257 – My marriage”

A Poetry about Manic Depression

If only I couldGet up,make my bed,Raise the blinds,withoutfeeling otherworldly hefton top of my chesthands wrapped around my mouthand nosemaking me gasp for air,and life. If only I couldGet up,Do my hair,Take a shower,withoutbeing bogged down by the shackleswith weights attached to them,dragging my existence downlike the soap and scum that’sbeing sucked into the drain.Continue reading “A Poetry about Manic Depression”


Extremely raw draft In response to a challenge by and Word of the day challenge (24th August and 25th August) She was something. She was clever. She held a pen between her thumb and index finger, halfway from the tip, and scribbled a wavy line when she was just two. She aced the alphabetContinue reading ““43””


Word of the day challenge by Kristian – Enclosed Side by side they lie in the dark, The rendezvous was earlier planned, A hush-hush dalliance is what they called- Away from any prying eager eyes, And oh! The tiny little whispers… Enclosed inside the high brick walls! Disregarding the recurring occurrence – Of disbanding eachContinue reading “ENCLOSED”


Weekend writing prompt #223 In response to:- It didn’t take a great deal to break our bed,My girlfriend and I, not willing to spend,Held everything together, with thick rope, made of numerous threads,It broke again, it couldn’t be held and had a bad bend.Discarding the bed, inured sleeping on just the mattress,Until oneday, walkedContinue reading “Pre-loved”

Screams of Passion

Content Warning: Talks about sex; though not explicitly. In response to August Writing Prompts by M I lived in my Parents’ home till I was eighteen. I was inquisitive; what you’d call a normal teenager – who went through phases of cigarettes, beer, grass, and…sex. A couple of days after my thirteenth birthday, one ofContinue reading “Screams of Passion”