Retrospective, once again

Friends, fellow bloggers and Daily Prompt followers
Lend me your eyes.
I have come to bury the Daily Post, not to praise it.
The evilest thing anyone could do is to kill it
I don’t want the good it did to be interred with its bones;
So let it be with Daily Post. The noble people
Hath told you Daily Prompt was not possible:
If it is so, it is a grievous fault
And grievously hath Daily Post answered it.
Here, under the leave of WordPress and the rest,
For WordPress is an honourable platform;
So are all, all honourable platforms
Come I to write about the Daily Post’s funeral.
Daily Post was a friend, faithful and just to me
But WordPress says it had become redundant
And WordPress is an honourable platform.
It had brought many like-minded under one umbrella
Whose beautiful writings did the coffers fill
Did this in Daily Post seem redundant ?
When any new blogger joined, Daily Post rejoiced,
Redundancy should be justified.
Yet WordPress says Daily Post is redundant
And WordPress is an honourable platform.
It is useless to think that in retrospect
They will rethink this decision.
I write not to disprove what WordPress thinks
But I write here what other bloggers have to say
We all love the Daily Prompt not without a cause
And are here to mourn for it
O! judgement thou hast fled to better climes
And men have lost their reason. Bear with me;
My heart is with the Daily Post
And I must pause till it comes back to me.

I couldn’t resist this and my sincerest apologies to all the lovers of Shakespeare.



Perhaps one day in the near future
The daily Post may cast a retrospective glance
Which may lead to some kind of introspection
As to why it became necessary
To stop the daily prompt.
Surely they are all learned people
More learned than you and me
Surely they could have devised
Some way to continue this theme.
Maybe an Alexa, a Siri or the plain old Google
To do the job of providing a prompt
But they have decided to abandon us,
So let it be.
We will all surely continue to write
And visit the blogs we follow
But what about discovering new blogs?
What about making new friends?
Daily Post, maybe its fitting, the date of your demise
Was fixed by those who brought you in this world.


They call me Ms. Fixit
I specialize in…
Well, you all must have guessed!
From broken cups to broken hearts
I can fix just about anything
I have a gift, a knack
Nimble fingers, dulcet tone,
Words a plenty, a soothing bedside persona
A jocular nature and my tongue firmly in my cheek.
I know you don’t care much about broken objects

Some of you are nursing a broken heart
And the rest are afraid their heart may be broken one day.
So let me give you my fixit mantra,
Be true to self and the one you love
Don’t try to be what you are not.
I guarantee you will never suffer from a broken heart.
But I can’t guarantee that you will not break hearts with your devil may care attitude.

चुप्पी (पुनः अवलोकन)

मैं व्यस्त तो नही, पर व्यस्तता का लबादा ओढ़ लेता हूँ,

दोस्तों से मिलने की चाहत को अकसर मैं छोड़ देता हूँ

तुम से बातें करना मैं दिल से चाहता हूँ

पर क्या करूँ, मन को मैं बस यूँही मसोस लेता हूँ।

यह नही कि मेरे पास वक्त नही है

न ही बात न करने की कोई वजह है

बस अपनी असलियत जाहिर होने से डरता हूँ

मैं चुपचाप तन्हाई से खुद को जोड़ लेता हूँ।

कहने को मेरे पास बहुत कुछ है

तुम्हारी सुनने की चाहत भी बेहद है

पर न जाने क्यों मैं आगे बढ़ने से रुक जाता हूँ

एक कदम आगे चल, दो कदम पीछे हो लेता हूँ ।

कहीं तुम मेरी बातों से नाराज न हो जाओ

मेरे दिल की बात सुनकर ख़फा न हो जाओ

मैं इस डर को दिल से निकालना चाहता हूँ

पर न जाने क्यों ऐसा न कर पाता हूँ ।

कहते हैं, यह साथ पल दो पल का है

जिंदगी का भरोसा न आज, न कल का है

मैं फिर भी कल के इंतजार में ही रहता हूँ

मैं न जाने क्यों आज को कल पर छोड़ देता हूँ।

अगर कल न आया, तो न जाने क्या हो

जो बात कहनी थी, वो न कह पाया, तो क्या हो

इसलिए आज मैं यह इकरार करता हूँ

मैं आज अपनी यह चुप्पी तोड़ लेता हूँ।

House and Home- Day 8 of 26W26D

Read the rules here

Word for Day 8: House

Word Theme: Home


This is a 26 day challenge byTokens of Expression and The Cliche Diaries . You can visit their blogs to check the rules.

This house was a home once,

Ringing with laughter and voices,

Pattering footsteps, whispered secrets,

Boisterous debates, guttural guffaws,

Serenading songs and comforting silences.

It was the scene of serenity and tranquillity,

Of get togethers and meetings,

Of anniversaries and soirées,

Of hurried breakfasts and languid dinners,

Sunday brunches and sometimes takeaways.

A kids’ haven, a wife’s domain,

A man’s refuge and a place to retire for the old.

Welcoming and peaceful,

A place, where weary heads when laid on the pillow,

Awakened invigorated and rejuvenated.

It was bright and sunny on a cold night

Beckoning invitingly with warmth.

In summers its cool confines provided solace,

Soothing heart and mind.

The smell of baking inveigling the senses,

Smell of freshly laundered clothes, flowers in vases,

Just like it should be

In a home.

And then, everything ended.

It is now a mere shell of itself.

Quiet, desolate and forlorn.

The kids have flown the coop

The elderly passed away.

The middle aged live listlessly

Ageing everyday, day by day.

Life moves on relentlessly

And strangely,

Turns homes into houses

And houses into homes in its wake.

Game and Manipulative- Day 7 of 26W26D

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Word for Day 7: Game

Word Theme: Manipulative


This is a 26 day challenge byTokens of Expression and The Cliche Diaries . You can visit their blogs to check the rules.

When the creator wanted to create mankind

He opened the gateway of eden

As a place to live and frolic

And declared the game to begin

He very cunningly told Eve and Adam

About the fruit that was forbidden

Whetting their curiosity

And manipulated the serpent with the design

To entice and allure them

So that if the mankind didn’t turn out as expected

It could be blamed on the original sin.


Don’t stand on any ceremony
Don’t open your explanatory kit
If you are going to break my heart
Then for God’s sake be done with it.

I was a fool once earlier
To get so carried away
Your sweet but empty words now
Will not lessen the pain in anyway.

Don’t give any spurious excuses
Nor you dare blame me for it
I should have known before
You are not the one to commit.

It’s only a heartbreak, you scoundrel
I’m not going to kill self for it
You carry on with your superficial ways
I will bounce back once I get over being furious over it.