Rise up like the Phoenix


Scared faces, ruins around

Screams of agony, desperate tears

Wailing children, mothers not found

A valley of death, submerged in fears


Rise up from the ashes

Like a Phoenix you must

As your whole world crashes

To the ground, reduced to dust


The future waits to be written anew

So gear up, you have a long way to go

Let hope be your armour, and courage lead you through

To   resurrect and re-build the country you call ‘home’.

Writing 201: Hero(ine)

Writing 201

Whether it’s a hero or a heroine, your poem today should focus on a person with an outsized personality — someone who makes a splash (or a mess) whenever he or she crosses others’ path.

The following is my response to this prompt. It is a poetry that is written surrounding a heroine (which is my mother ) and I have tried to use the form of ballad , hoping you all like it ! )

There was once a maiden

A gentle woman was she

She spent her days in the kitchen

making meals and serving tea

Oh our dear maiden..

what a gentle woman was she  ! (refrain – chorus )

The stork visited her twice

Two daughters were born to her

And  all was happy and nice

with our maiden , now a mother

Oh our dear maiden..

what a gentle woman was she  ! (refrain – chorus )

Days rolled into weeks , weeks into years

Our maiden is now older

Trying to wipe away the tears

and willing to offer her shoulder .

Oh our dear maiden..

what a gentle woman was she  ! (refrain – chorus )

The daughters were now married

each to a charming groom

But our maiden , she still tarried

For her own dreams , there was no room

Oh our dear maiden..

what a gentle woman was she  ! (refrain – chorus )

Years flew by again

Our maiden is now a granny

Still prepared to bear all pain

Her sorrows , oh-too-many !

Oh our dear maiden..

what a gentle woman was she  ! (refrain – chorus )

Love and compassion 

that is what she is about

her own dreams and passion

still wait to be reached out…..

Oh our dear maiden..

what a gentle woman is she  ! (refrain – chorus )

THE ‘ALCHEMY’ OF TRUE LOVE ! ( Weekly Writing Challenge ) (POETRY )


In today’s writing challenge, you’ll choose a scenario (or invent your own) and write a poem, a short story, a vignette, a scene, or flash fiction based on Nighthawks by Edward Hopper.

Nighthawks is a 1942 oil on canvas painting by Edward Hopper that portrays people in a downtown diner late at night.
It is Hopper’s most famous work[1] and is one of the most recognizable paintings in American art.
Nighthawks by Edward Hopper, 1942. Public Domain

I have chosen to write a poetry based on the following scenario :

The love triangle: The woman in red is dating the man she’s seated next to, but she’s secretly in love with the man with his back to us. Tell us a story from her perspective



My red dress shimmers in the moonlight ;

Exuding passion and ‘lost’ romance ,

He  holds my hand and , asks me for a dance

But my eyes are numb, transfixed , to my far  right…

He is sitting there , as  still as a stone ,

His , stolid  face, staring into the depths of the chalice ,

A drop of tear , glistens from the corner of his eyes

My heart goes out to him , I can hear it moan…

I rise up , my dress , ruffling  in vain ,

Like like a wind-up toy , at the hands of its master ;

I dance , with a sense of impending disaster…

till… I can no longer bear the burden of this pain…

My face now moist with the tears flowing down

I look over his shoulder , to the face of my man ,

His eyes meet mine , for a very brief span ;

And then he pulled away , his face in a frown…

The moment of ‘Alchemy’ ,was soon to appear..

I realized , the ‘magic  wand’ ,was in my own hands

And not.. in any far away, fairy lands…

I choose my destiny , I choose without fear…I choose to be with you , oh my dear………

And so I  hastened  , to be by  his side 

He looked up at me , his face elated….

I had  chosen my ‘True love’ ,  albeit , belated ! 

and now , he bent  low , to kiss his ‘Bride’ ………..



 No pain ,no gain’  ;

how true is this adage ..

Even the beautiful ,gentle rain..;

is brought about ,by the scorching sun rays


Even  the ‘gold‘ goes through temperatures high ;

to be used on your fingers or neck to adorn …

Every mother , to hear that one ‘special’ cry…

goes through pain , before her baby is born


The hungry Lion has to make a kill ;

to feed himself and his precious ‘Pride’…

The  humble  farmer , has his farm ,to till ;

to  feed the mouths of his children, that cried


The model you watched walking on the ramp

has not had her favourite food, for  years;

The little child ,who read under the street lamp ,

is now the bestselling author ,who moves you to tears


Pain in life , you cannot do without…,

if you aim to achieve some decent heights !

And as  I have often heard Great men say

‘Rome wasn’t built in a day’

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By the way , thats is me in the picture 😉