NaPoWriMo – Day 13 : Quest For Serpent’s Nest (Kennings)

The brave men of the West
In search of serpent’s nest
Sail through the whale’s way
On their sail stead

The jewel of the sky, 
shining bright up high
A friend on their quest
Guiding them with light

*Day-13 prompt was to use ‘Kennings’, mysterious metaphors used in Nordic Sagas

NaPoWriMo – Day 9 : The Playlist Poem

Hey there Delialah‘,
If you ever feel neglected
If you find your heart is ‘broken‘,
Just know that
I’ll be ‘Leaving on a Jet plane
Through the storms of your
tears and rain
I will look for you, and
I’ll ‘Carry you home‘,
Because, come what may Delialah
We’ll always be together
It’s a Promise I will never
Say ,’Goodbye, my lover

*Day-9 prompt was to pick up 5 random songs from one of our random playlists and use them in a poem.

NaPoWriMo – Day 10 : The Superhero Store

It’s in red, it’s in trend
Wear it in, or wear it out
Waterproof, fireproof,
The best in business,
Without a doubt

It needs no maintenance,
And is durable as hell,
If you order now,
You get a free cape as well

Get yourselves a pair
Before they ‘fly’ off the shelves
Hundred percent Krypton made
Superman Underwear

* Day-10 Prompt was to write an advertisement poem

NaPoWriMo – Day 8 : Into The Wilderness (after César Vallejo)

I will be gone one day, lost
in the wilderness of this life;
And it shall be a beautiful day, spring maybe,
The day, when I will have, finally,
found my own path

It is a secret desire, I see it in your eyes,
do not deny,
for you have dreamt of such a day as well
The lovely day of spring, the sun, the grass,
and the road that you will walk alone

People might look for me in company,
Remember me perhaps,
Call my name to see if I’m there
Or maybe just ignore the fact

To my friends I would say,
Do not expect me in your weddings,
Or the birthdays of your children,
For they shall mean nothing in time
On the day of the spring

To my family I would pray,
Do not look for me, because
It would have been my choice
My quest, my journey,
and no matter where I will be,
remember, on my path, in my solitude,
I will be happy


*Day-8 Prompt was to re-write a famous poem in our own way. I have made an attempt to re-write ‘Black Stone Lying on a White Stone’ by César  Vallejo’

NaPoWriMo – Day 6 : The End of Weekend

A pitch black starless sky
Little lamps in the distance cry
It is the end of weekend already?
Where did the freakin’ time fly?

Middle-age couples take their walk
I often wonder, do they even talk?
How romantic would it really be, with
Street Dogs barking in the dark?

I can hear leaves rustling
In the shadow of deserted buildings
A ghostly scene punctured by
Disappointed cricket fans, screaming

Lights go out, one by one
Whatever happened to having fun?
Silently they all go to sleep -
Victims of the Monday Sun

NaPoWriMo – Day 4 : Lune-y Tunes (Lune)

A lazy afternoon
A conciously created messy room
An immobile sloth

Lying on bed
Feeling as heavy as lead
Typing a lune

Men playing games
Characters with crazy code names-
A bachelor’s den

Things to distract
In plenty, playing their part-
A fickle mind

The Clock’s ticking
An empty head keeps speaking,
Give it up

A stubborn will
Pushes, keeping up the drill
And we’re done

NaPoWriMo – Day 3 : Charm Against Nonsensical Writing


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A smelly pair of boxer shorts
Boiling in an earthen pot
Add to that a photocopy
Of your most ugly poetry
Top it with six sea shells
Mix it up and shake it well-
Bad writing shall disappear
After two drops in each ear


[Day-3 Prompt ] : Not sure if I did it right. But still worth a try. :)

NaPoWriMo – Day 2 : Kurukshetra (Haiku)


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Drunk on their ego
Brothers bleed in battle field
Blinded by their greed


*Kurukshetra –  According to Hindu Mythology  is the place where the Epic Battle of Mahabharata was fought between Pandavas and Kauravas (Read More)

NaPoWriMo – Day 1 : Solitude

Solitude is not like a blank wall,
Nor like an orderly desk 
It isn’t the windswept field
Nor is it the rest
It isn’t the emptiness that spills
Nor is it the loneliness
It isn’t the storm that consumes
Nor is it the silence

Solitude is but the universe
condensed into moments
of self-realization
It is a passage into realms 
of self-actualization
A road to discovery,
A conversation with oneself
Answer to unanswered questions
It is a step towards