The choice



That charming blatherskite sold this addictive nostrum

Concave paper bundles

Mere ephemera, just good enough to trap us

Mindless eccentric euphoria

We struggle to accept our fates, but it makes us invincible

Ignites our souls, but fails to notify our brains

Infinite possibilities, but really only a few:

Kick and scream, or let rigor mortis set in

Careless episodic waves.


This poem has been written in response to Wordle #102 by Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie. Words given were as follows:



2. Blatherskite (a person given to voluble, empty talk. nonsense; blather.)

3. Ephemera (anything short-lived or ephemeral. ephemera, items designed to be useful orimportant for only a short time, especially pamphlets, notices, tickets, etc.)

4. Careless

5. Addictive

6. Nostrum (a medicine sold with false or exaggerated claims and with no demonstrablevalue; quack medicine. a scheme, theory, device, etc., especially one to remedy socialor political ills; panacea. a medicine made by the person who recommends it. a patentmedicine.)

7. Terminate

8. Rigor Mortis

9. Notify

10. Decide

11. Concave

12. Episodic

Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem

The words can appear in an alternate form

Use the words in any order that you like.


Craving for boredom

A solitary prisoner, but with a purpose

Days passing by, aware of every second

Prayers rise and fall, firm yet yielding

This journey. surely a tough one after all

Restless nights confused by vivid dreams

Hyper paranoid each time this old body creaks

Thankful for every moment of normalcy

Never craved for boredom more than this.


Can two situations that begin the same

Have different outcomes or a similar end

Nobody has the answers except the one above-

He’s not saying a thing, till the right time comes

Hope is a tricky thing, sometimes its like fine sand

Slipping through your fingers, the more you close your hand

We are but mere specks in this universe, our troubles even smaller

But each time we selfishly wish, that maybe this time, it’ll be better.

(If not, please God, make me stronger)

Not all black and white

Within black and white we search

A hundred and one shades of grey

Measure, evaluate, probe and estimate

The possibilities of what is and what may

Sometimes you need to believe without seeing

Jump when that rope seems too short to hold

Even faith as much as the tiniest mustard seed

Could weave infinite rainbows in those cloudy skies.


Twelve Stars

Twelve stars converged that night

A breathtaking constellation

Daisies blooming in the inky sky

Pristine white, eternal light

Behold this beauty in the palm of your hand

Mesmerised, stand at the precipice of life

A grateful heart overflows destiny’s wine

Everything has changed, but still remains the same

Each moment, testimony, of your precious name.