Posted in drama, My Poetry, Writing

Desperate Times

My dreams are incomplete
In this acute depression,
The burning blows of hate
Strike me in quick succession.

My joys are hidden far;
I do not see salvation.
My spirit and my mind
Are lacking inspiration.

My life is circumscribed
By chains of ostentation.
The image of my soul
Is blinded by elation,
Which in itself is false —
A demon’s smart disguise.
The shadows fly around,
Obscuring paradise
And urging me to leave
All that I love and cherish.
I hope the sunrise makes
These ghastly shadows perish.

I hope a rain of stars
Burns down their hellish lair.
I hope the moon returns,
And with its healing flare,
I’ll find another path
That leads out of depression
To those who’ll listen to
My desperate confession…

But when will that day come,
When will my dreams recover?
Or is there nothing more
For my soul to discover?

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Posted in Blogging, drama, My Poetry, Writing

Life Requires Pain

Abandoned by existence,
I drown in limbo’s rain.
No happiness—no pain.

Sweet life, on your insistence,
I fight against the spell
That’s dragging me to hell.

But hate destroys resistance.
The stars desert the skies,
Predicting love’s demise.

Gods offer no assistance;
Observing from their height,
They mock the death of light.

There, in the cosmic distance,
I glimpse forsaken dreams,
I hear tormented screams…

Reclaiming my existence,
I burn under the rain—
Sweet life requires pain.

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Photo Credit: Raindrops via photopin (license)

A free Monday=D Wow!

I’m glad I managed to write this in time for Jane Dougherty’s poetry challenge this week. Turned out… strange. Not sure if it’s a happy ending or a sad one.

What do you think? Feel free to share your thoughts in the comments!

Posted in fantasy, My Poetry, tragedy, Writing

The Gate of Resurrection – #writephoto

No feeling of connection.
The Gate of Resurrection
Holds nothing but deception…
He won’t be coming back.

When stars become erratic
And grief makes all life static,
We wish for sacred magic—
The power which we lack:

To battle death’s embraces,
To bring back stolen faces,
To visit darkened places
And color them with gold.
Alas, the stars keep burning
All hope, and joy, and yearning.
The planet keeps on turning
As death makes life grow cold.

Eternal disconnection,
No guide and no direction,
No sight of resurrection;
The Gate is sealed for good.

She stands beside it, hollow,
While demons feed her sorrow
And whisper: “Fear the morrow
As every mortal should.”

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University is awesome except when it takes up 99 percent of your free time=D I lasted about… a week? before I began skipping classes. Some of them are just not worth it.

Anyway, this was written in response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt.

I hope to catch up with all my usual prompts/challenges this week… but homework is always unpredictable D=

As usual, thank you for reading! All comments and criticism are welcome=)

Posted in drama, fantasy, My Poetry, Writing

The King’s Salvation- A Ballad

His castle never welcomes light,
His crown is marred with grief,
And nothing in the universe
Can bring the King relief.

He wanders endless corridors
And thinks of times long past.
He wonders why his happiness
Was never meant to last.

When sunlit days were all he knew,
When magic served him well,
The world was at his feet, his eyes
Could blind the flames of hell.

His castle now repulses light,
His crown is marred with grief,
And nothing in the universe
Can bring the King relief.

One night a darkness poisoned him,
His magic turned awry.
The world grew terrified of him,
As did the heartless sky.

His loved ones left him, one by one,
He plunged into despair.
“Is there a cure?” he’d ask the stars.
They’d answer, “We don’t care”.

His castle never welcomes light,
His crown is marred with grief,
And nothing in the universe
Can bring the King relief.

All hope is lost. He leaves his home
And travels to the sea,
Intent on letting go of life—
He longs to cease to be.

But on the shore he meets a girl,
Whose magic, just like his,
Appeals to demons and the void
And always strikes amiss.

The King finds happiness at last,
His smile is death to grief.
His newfound daughter brings him hope,
Salvation—and relief.


This was written in response to Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge, which asks us to experiment with meter. Since I mostly write metric poetry and my original poem had the so-called ballad meter already, I thought I’d add this form to the challenge, the rules of which you can find here. It’s my first try so it’s far from perfect, but I really liked the form, so I think I’ll use it again=)

Feel free to share your thoughts in the comments!

Posted in Blogging, drama, fantasy, My Poetry, rondelet

Wicked Storm

The wicked storm
Disrupts the kingdom of the dead.
This wicked storm
Destroys all space, and shape, and form.
It veils the sun in cloudy dread;
Its lightning black, its raindrops red–
This wicked storm…


photo ©Fir0002

Ah, finally. Internet fixed. Back to WordPress and my favorite challenges=D

This rondelet was written for Jane Dougherty’s poetry challenge, and it turned out sort of weird and not at all theme-compliant but I’m all into death and destruction and rage in my poetry after the terrible ordeals I had with the lack of Internet and general annoyance with the universe being tricky.

Ahem.

Feel free to ignore my mini-rant and share your thoughts on the poem in the comments!

Posted in Challenges, drama, fantasy, My Poetry, tragedy, Writing

Crimson Dawn

They said I’d never see the crimson dawn,
Yet in my heart is she, the crimson dawn.

They said I’d lose a duel with a god,
Yet fate has gifted me the crimson dawn.

I look upon the foe I used to love…
His drying blood could be the crimson dawn.

The loss is mine and there’s no turning back,
Alas, I cannot flee the crimson dawn.

I fall into the storm of the unknown,
At last, my hatred frees the crimson dawn.

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A ghazal written for Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge.

This form was hard. Excruciatingly hard. But yeah, this is what I managed to write. Excuse the weird rhythm.

Oh, and I tried, but I couldn’t find a way to insert my name into the last stanza. Just didn’t work. Anyway…

Feel free to comment!

Posted in fantasy, flash fiction, Prose, Writing

Trapdoor – 3LineTales

It’s a complete mess on the surface: heaps of tools, old, rusty and broken, are strewn across the floor.

But somewhere underneath that rubble there’s a trapdoor which leads to my home dimension, and among these tools there’s a key which will let me open it.

I begin my search; I don’t want to be stuck on Earth any longer.


Photo by Ashim D’Silva

Written in response to Sonya’s 3LineTales prompt.

Feel free to comment!

Posted in Challenges, fantasy, flash fiction, Prose, Writing

Immortal Rainbow

After the demons came and devastated the planet, his existence was reduced to a ray of light in the center of an ever-present rainbow. He never thought he’d regret acquiring immortality, but here he was, hovering over a lifeless land, distressed and alone. He wondered what had happened to the other immortals; there were quite a few when humanity was alive. Were they rainbows too or something else entirely?

A new human race sprung forth. Some of the new mortals thought his form was some kind of magic. Others prayed to the awing rainbow. He pitied them, knowing the demons would attack again. When they did, he felt useless, unable to help in any way other than simply glowing.

This new humanity, however, was victorious.

After the remnants of the demonic storm had dissipated, for a moment, his existence was elevated to thousands of rainbows all around the planet, and he felt united with similar silent ethereal beings. Transforming into a lone little light again, he felt himself disappearing from the world. Stray raindrops—his tears—fell on the ground.

He couldn’t have felt happier.

His last thoughts were questions.

What now?

Darkness?

Or a reunion with the ones I’d lost?


Painting: Rainbow by Arkhip Kuindzhi

Hey, hey, hey, this seems like a happy ending! I mean, it’s sort of an open ending but it could totally be happy, right? Right?

Anyway, I tried.

Written for Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction Challenge (I have no idea how that picture inspired an apocalyptic tale but OK)

All comments are welcome!