I am Chaos

Craving – The Daily Post prompt

The stream of fine, dulcet phrases in your sight

is a masquerade to conceal the mess.

Ricocheting uproar, piling mayhem

I’m all chaos on the inside, no less.

Perennially mercurial, entangled in scepticism

I get cravings for troubles, I confess.

So don’t ask for the keys to my heart baby,

it’s darkness in there

you’d lose your way into the wilderness.


An Ode to Self

Don’t stay buried in the raw ground,

there you’ll find despair and darkness profound.

Break free the shackles, fly out of bound

your mighty spirit is destined to astound.


O brave warrior, relinquish all fright

conquer the horizons, ascend magnificent heights.

Be the panacea to incurable blights.

At the end of your timeless flight,

you’ll find the immortal light.


Profound– The Daily Post prompt

Rainfall Ruminations


The sky mooning over the earth

so close,yet so far. Eeyorish and sombre.

Pining for an unattainable love

since the inception of time.


Every monsoon its eyes get misty

by blue water drips.

Eyelids droop down heavy

with colonies of amorphous clouds.

Tears rain down, thundering gasps

downpour of suppressed mourns.


The ponds ripple, rivulets spill

trees dance in viridescent gala.

Birds cackle, minstrels’ exhilarating rhapsodies

environ the doleful aura.


In the funeral of the sky’s dead longings

earthlings revel in pluviophilia.

Where goes the compassion, the kindness multifold?

It’s perhaps the chilly gale which

renders them unsympathetic and cold.


Clock – The Daily Post prompt


The boisterous soul rattled its

crumbled house.

 It was the time for a respite.

The feeble body

let a despondent sigh.

It had to set the eternal bird

free for a new flight.


Eyes rolled wild, the moment

had come to break

a life-long alliance.

The breathings froze,

clock stopped ticking.

And all that remained

was silence.




Feast -The Daily Post prompt



The vestiges of lost love

Echoed perennially in the back of her head.


Few unspoken words which lingered on her lips,

Scenes which her eyes had devoured and

Tears couldn’t dissolve.

His perfume lurking around in the air,

The warmth of his touch, which still burnt her skin-deep.


She hollowed out her mind of his thoughts, but

The senses were feasting upon the last remnants.


Conflicts got romanticized when heart betrayed the mind thus.


Unpredictable -The Daily Post prompt
He woke up with a smile on his face as the morning buzz filled the air. The day for which he had been waiting for months was here.

The idea of seeing her for the first time was overwhelming. There was a leap in his steps and ebullience in his gestures.If this tête-à-tête goes well, soon she’ll become a part of their family.

After getting ready, he kick-started his bike. The time of anticipation and spells of virtual rendezvous would soon reach their culmination.

He stood dumbfounded as he got her first glimpse; she was unpredictably gorgeous. He forgot blinking for a moment.

In front of his eyes was the new BMW X1, the car of his dreams.

Struggling with Slangs

I’m going to let out a little secret of mine-I’m not good with slangs. Call me old for my age, but I don’t really seem to get the hang of slangs. And don’t judge me just yet, for I have 500 more words to elucidate this fact before you kind readers.
The most overused urban slang word in the recent years has got to be swag. I initially perceived its meaning as ‘a very cool, smooth or flashy appearance’. Since then, I’ve seen it being used in every possible context. I, in my utter befuddlement, looked it up on the Online Slang Dictionary and found many other interpretations, such as ‘stuff we all get’, ‘secretly we are gay’ and some more, which will be inappropriate to mention here. Till now, I’m clueless about which one of them is the correct version. Needless to mention, I had to stop using this word.
Another such word is dope. I thought it’s a slang term for marijuana. Then I heard people using it like “it’s simply dope!”, what is that supposed to imply. Such confusions are the reason I’m unable to get accustomed to the slang usages. The struggle my friend, is real. (One version of dope was extensively popular in my college-Department of Production Engineering).
Let’s talk about totes. We all know totes are beach bags. Now when someone says, “that’s totes cool!”, I feel as if I’ve been jinxed under a confundus charm( HP fan, anyone?). Because, in my mind it reaches as ‘that’s beach bag cool’. Though I’ve been told that totes is the short form of the word totally, but I’m just not comfortable with the number of saved milliseconds upon using a two-letter-short substitute. It might sound ridiculous to you but trust me, it happens.
If urban slangs are capable of evoking a pandemonium, internet slangs are no better. Take the term ftw for instance. People seem to be coming up with all sorts of expansion for this acronym. For the win (I believe it to be the most accurate one), f*** the world and whatnot. Ergo, I too have decided to go ahead and create my own version. How about fight the wizard, sounds cool right? Let’s get it trending guys.
Also, think about the acronym smh. Does it stand for so much hate or shaking my head, who can tell? When I ponder over what could possibly be the appropriate meaning, all that goes on in the back of my head is kmn (kill me now). Alas! When I had started using terms like ‘r8’ or ‘c u l8r’ in my school days, I had no idea that the slang domain will grow up to be so complicated and problematical. How the world changes!
I hope now you’re able to understand the reason behind the topsy-turvydom in my head regarding slangs. Thank you for sympathizing or relating with me. Peace out! (Not bad with all slang words, you see 😉 )