Burning Bridges

A man levitating between two cliffs
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Bridges forged with birth
stand not far from the earth.
They are bridges made of wood
and if lit they burn as they should.

Bridges raised for the time of the day
never last after the sun goes astray.
They are bridges made of brick
and if pushed, are gone quick.

Bridges built with time
stand the test that it chimes.
They are bridges made of metal
and they stand on, truly eternal.

Then there are the bridges made as gifts
which stand over the deepest of rifts.
From afar, they seem to be made of gold,
Halfway, too late, we find that it is straw and mould.

We burn bridges with every turn we take
to run away from the monsters we make.

Often we set fire to our bridges to hide from our monsters.
The friends who stand by us burn our bridges
and give us the hope that they never find us.

But it is too late when we realise that
The monsters were our friends
and our friends, the monsters.


It’s been three years since I’ve started blogging, and well, I guess it was worth it. This also counts as my 100TH post. Something truly feels special about such a round number 🙂

The Shuffled Pack

We came together when by youth we were led
and loved to play and had no tear to shed.
There was too much joy in my head
and now the pack is but dead.

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Monumental Moments

From time to time, we come across moments in life.
Powerful, painful but poetic moments
that go through you like a sharp knife.

It is these moments make your life
feel as if it were a work of fiction.
These moments, so surreal,
are enough to be an addiction.

Some as simple as seeing someone
you just happened to think.
As hurting as three friends walking alone
in three different directions.

They mark not just differences of opinion.
They mark a choice of different decisions.

These moments are hard to forget.
Their lasting impressions are forever set.

These are the moments that you will remember
that bookmark the book of your life, forever.

These truly special moments are the ones that we should grip
just as special as a proposal – the milestone for a relationship
or the first handshake that sows the seed of friendship.

For such painful moments of separation show us that,
if they are enough to care, we care enough to be hurt.

Remember these moments forevermore.
Not to reminisce or cherish,
but to remember them till we perish
as the moments that that shaped our life from the core.

a broken hourglass

The Broken Walls

It has been more than a month since the floods of hell.
When the waters rose – many fell.

Pride, courage, spirit, and comfort,
All these fell without a retort.

Egos, inhibitions, boundaries, and borders
All these fell down to helpful neighbours.

It has been a month since the waters arrived
and many rose and many more were revived.

Humanity, friendships, love, and  the joy of giving
These were few that rose up bright and shining.

Then, everything fell.
Now, things fall,
Things fall into place.

We are now rising – for we fall to rise higher.
Walls do not exist after the rising of water

It’s been a long time since I posted. Well, to be true, I was one amongst those affected during the Chennai Floods of December 2015. Home is where the heart is. But when the home is ravaged by such floods unseen for more than a century, the heart no longer is. It has been a long time since I posted and well, moving on, here’s to more posts in the coming years. Yes. I recently celebrated my first anniversary of blogging after it had passed and hopefully next year, I will celebrate it on time.

Doctor Moon

Day 3:
Theme: Skin,
Style: Prose Poetry,
Device: Internal Rhyme

The moon felt sad about his bad face
and asked the sun to share one of her rays.
Soon it grew to be in a new phase
And light filled its quiet rocky surface.

The little boy could never smile because he always thought that he was the ugliest person to live. He thought none wanted to be close as he was hideous and unattractive. He had often asked the doctor to help him out, and once the doctor had consented. Exchanging the pills for a wad of cash, to his home in excitement, he did dash.

Yet, the gorgeous moon was far from joyous
A dark mark stayed on the Earth, which was mysterious.
It projected him into guilt more than he expected
and created a plan to work to help the dejected.

On his way he saw the homeless, begging for food and money. But he noticed that they neither had shelter or anything to call cosy. This brought tears to his eyes, as he felt him despise for himself. He chalked up a plan and walked up to the clinic again.

The moon bounced the light to the provinces that were dim
So those in the shadow were thankful to him.
He felt joy that made him melt, in which he started to swim
He knew he should do more according to his prayer hymn.

The boy went back to the clinic and traded his money back for the graded pills. He got back to the sector of the poor and gave out the money, becoming a donor. He found joy, by spreading it. A pleasure he had been unaware of so far. He made the decision to take the action forward as he knew the God of this creation would want him to.

The moon soon disappeared to become new
and about where it went no one knew.
Till he eclipsed the sun, he did grew
and the solar power did cry and raise hue.

The power of the moon was thus made known
The sun cowered and was covered by the moon which shone
His influence on the earth’s waves and ways are stronger
It is the moon that is, to the earth, closer
much like the boy who, as a better doctor became renown.

W101.V2. Day 4. Alone In A Crowd

He had lived his life, fully planned.

Every day, he knew where he wanted to go as if his whole life could have been mapped out. He knew, what to do, how to do it – or otherwise, how to get it done. He was perfect, immaculate and a flawless gentleman. He was there for everybody, and that was the problem.

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Twist of Fate

Picture of steps
Photo Credit: coia.nac via CC.

They have been plotting for more than a week now. They believe me to be dumber than I actually am. I notice the abrupt change of topic when I go near them – my best friend, and my wife.

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Day 11: Memory Lane

Today’s Prompt: Where did you live when you were 12 years old?

Today’s twist: pay attention to your sentence lengths and use short, medium, and long sentences


I have had Photoshop lessons. And that introduced me to a feature called content-aware. This post seems to be a full-blown account of writing with awareness about the content and this is what goes through my mind when I read this. And I have a personal twirl on Today’s Prompt. An experience that I had when I was a 12-year-old nerdy kid. It was a competition for which I had been chosen to participate in. It was a national level competition and I had to travel to New Delhi (close to 2500KM or 1550 miles). The qualifying round was actually simple. The round involved a multiple choice question answer quiz about computers and such. The unexpected was getting selected. There were brainier kids in my class, not to count for the brainier classes nearby.

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Day Ten: Happy Times

Today’s Prompt: Tell us something about your favourite childhood meal.

Today’s twist: Tell the story in your own distinct voice.


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