Reunited Someday

Our friendship is a distant memory

Connected by a barely visible thread

Yet we hold on tight to it, not letting go

Left alone, we are lost in our own thoughts

More formal now than friendly, we barely talk

We find comfort in the company of others

But when it comes to just the two of us

The comfort and ease exists no more

We lost a lot to keep the friendship intact

As a result we flutter and hesitate

Not knowing what to say anymore

In spite of it all, our friendship goes on

We care and respect each other

Even more than we used to before

Time spent now may not be as often as we liked




I guess someday when we’re old and grey

We’ll sit by a river and talk about the good old days.


Image courtesy:- Pixabay.

For dVerse’s Open Link Night.

Bleeding Heart

Sunshine yellowy heart of mine

Glowed bright but I never realised

The clash of the splash of colours inside

Would bleed and break, just amber and red

Your words at first were taken in calm

Like the waves at sea without the storm

I waited in silence for the storm to arrive

And destroy the calm I had inside

It never appeared, it never arrived

Instead I was battered with words

That made my heart bleed and die

It was revived again, and again and again

With every word that felt like a

Knife being plunged in

Only to dry the blood to a brownish stain

That ensured the scars will always remain


Image courtesy:- Pixabay.

In response to dVerse’s prompt.

Be Your Own Valentine

Love yourself in every way

Good, bad, including crazy

Cherish your life wholeheartedly

Whine or crib, let all be a part of it

Do the things that keep you happy

Explore, discover the nooks and corners

of your heart, your head, your entire body

Don’t let anything slip by, lest you

forget and lose the opportunity

Spread joy, peace, lots of love

to every soul you come across

Not just for them but also for you

It’ll keep you healthy and happy

not just now but for eternity


Image courtesy:- Pixabay.

Written in response to dVerse’s poetics prompt: Heart

Ghostly Reminder

Time stood still as

The ghost appeared

Yet again in front of her

Saying nothing, not a sound

Just staring deep inside her soul

Searching for a sign

Of regret and remorse

for the life she took away

The life that hadn’t even begun


Image courtesy:- Pixabay.

In response to dVerse’s Quadrille 26: Ghost

I apologise for the haunting image. I just thought it would bring even more meaning to the words.

Blooming Story

Unleash the beast of creativity

and splash on all the colours

Let bloom the story–

The story of your life

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Image courtesy:- Sylvia Chan’s New Beginning.

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In response to dVerse’s Poetics prompt: New Beginning

Time to Sleep

As the bedtime story

reached its end

Her yawns became

more pronounced

Her eyelids drooped

It was time to sleep

Soon she was

deep in slumber

Her tiny chest

rising, falling

with every breath

She lay curled up tight

inside her mother’s

loving embrace

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Image courtesy:- Pixabay

In response to dVerse’s Quadrille 23: Curl

Bumping into Love

Time stood still

as they walked down

memory lane of

their first meet cute

Although fictional in definition

Their meeting was real

Bumping into each other

quite literally, in a store

apologising profusely

Not knowing fate has set

their future together

Bumped and forgotten

life went on

Until a few weeks later

they bumped into each other again

This time recognising

they spoke a few words

ending with numbers exchanged

and a tentative coffee someday

Couple of weeks later

they bumped into each other again

 This time they headed for coffee

and thus their love story began…

© NJ

In response to dVerse’s prompt.



Swishing and slithering,

Swivelling its eyes at a prey

in the corner of a tree,

It stands still for a moment,

Then inches slowly

towards its delicious meal,

It changes colour right on cue

just before trapping its lunch…

Whoosh! Gloop! That tasted good

© NJ

Image courtesy:- Pixabay

In response to dVerse’s Quadrille 20: Cue

Balancing Act


like waves

Destroys, saves

Balancing is


© NJ

Image courtesy: Unsplash

In response to dVerse’s Open Link Night

Whenever I’m stuck (with anything), I often tend to look at life. It’s never the same. The way we experience life each and every day is different. Even though we may live it in the same way. And that’s where my inspiration comes from. The struggles, the battles, the wars, the winnings… everything.

Break Free

The voices of innocence

wanted escape, escape

that never came

The screams of agony,

cries of pain, pounding fists

were confined within

Now those voices

turn to silence, broken hands

and parched throats

For they were never meant

to elude from, from

behind this hardened wall

© NJ

Image courtesy: Pixabay

In response to dVerse’s Poetics prompt