Hour Twelve

Prompt 12:  Poem of descending syllables


Blurred Destiny

One fine morning, crisp mist gathered my

senses, mainly my vision got

blurred, forming a fragile lens.

Lens of prism, scattering


of destiny



Hour Eleven

Prompt 11: 




What can a needle do? Use it as a sword to weave your words.

What can gumboots do? To keep you dry out of mist of deep words.

Having anger issues? Beat the paper and produce ideas.

Spread your thoughts, don’t stay limited.

Sky is incomplete without clouds, be one and add charm to the world. 

Hour Ten

Sun and Soul


All round me are words, and words and words,

today the world is a little more my own.

I don’t know politics but I know the names,

it was hot, so hot, before the eunuchs came.

What is this drink but The April sun–

getting a man to love you is easy,

he talks, turning a sun-stained.

This is a noon for beggars with whining

of sun, burning in today’s.

At sunset, on the river ban—

It smelt of new rains and of tender.

The night, dark-cloaked like a procures–

 of late I have begun to feel a hunger

How can my love hold him when the other 

bereft of soul.

There is a house now far away where once,

this love older than I by myriad.

Fond husband, ancient settler in the mind.


Source: A first line single author cento composed from the lines of Kamala Das’s selected poems.

Hour Nine

Lost but found

“To get lost is to learn the way”

We’ve heard fantasy stories about pirates, treasure seekers etc where people get lost and find themselves in either a great position or not so great. 

But the most important thing is that when they reach somewhere, they find their ‘way’ for the next journey.

Sometimes things are not in our hand yet we can mould or create our own mini journey throughout the journey which fate has offered.

Learning starts with accepting the facts,

facts which made your presence here.

As a pirate I’m supposed to get drenched in sea water instead of my own sweat.

Invest in things that makes you keep going.

Hour Eight

Prompt 8:

Source: Green, John. 2018. Turtles All the Way Down. Harlow, England: Penguin Books.


“Become yourself.

Pause the real question of consciousness. Way deep down circumstances would make you fictional”

Hour Seven

Prompt 7:


Silenced normal

From the hope for a change in silence, normal had drawn a line of seperation condemning instinctive certainty.


Source: Bronte, Charlotte. Jane Eyre. Wordsworth Editions, 1992. P.43. Print.

Hour 6

Prompt 6:

Pulse rushing through veins all the way down

My legs urge to move yet Orthostatic hypotension strikes in.

Hour Five

Puzzled Possession

Source: Poe, Edgar A, and Jacob Schwartz. The Purloined Letter. London: Ulysses bookshop, 1931

Hour four


Is it death or is it life?

Where summer ripens at all hours?

Then if we lost our way what should we do?

Their hungry thirsty roots?

Gone deaf and blind?

How should it cloy with length of use?

Source: Rossetti, Christina G, and Martin Ware. Goblin Market. London: V. Gollancz, 1980.

Method: It is a ‘questions only’- algorithm poem

Write down all questions present in the poem, select among them of your choice and frame them as you want.

Hour Three

Prompt 3:

Masked Motto

While rushing in the morning for work,

my diary pages whispered–

You got this!”

Dried leaves crunched 

underfoot screamed as I crossed the avenue

“You got this!”

Reached workplace.

Phone buzzed with a default daily reminder–

“You got this!”

As I took the first sip of my freshly brewed coffeeo, To rejuvenate my mood for the day

my boss uttered “You got this – work for today”.