A to Z Challenge 2016 – A for Alienated (Day 1)

Today marks the beginning of the A to Z Challenge, I am enthralled to join this crazy blogathon! Here is a poem beginning with the letter A. It is quite a personal piece, and I got on with it as I don’t plan on following any theme pattern particularly.  Hope you enjoy it.


Such was
the third daughter
of a proud man,
in her emotional
She struggled
to compete
with her sisters,
fair and bright,
A delight
to her parents,
Always the last pick
Always left behind,
she wondered,
Was I adopted?
she pondered,
Her fate,
That flicker
Of hope
As her own mother
Inflicting pain,
How was she
to feel elated?
A monstrous childhood,
followed by,
Loss of
Familial love,
even in,

This post is also a part of 3WW (Three Word Wednesday).

Elated, adjective: in high spirits; exultant or proud.

Flicker, verb: (of light or a source of light) shine unsteadily; vary rapidly in brightness, of a flame) burn fitfully, alternately flaring up and dying down, (of a feeling or emotion) be experienced or show itself briefly and faintly, especially in someone’s eyes, make small, quick movements; flutter rapidly, (of someone’s eyes) move quickly in a particular direction in order to look at something; noun: an unsteady movement of a flame or light that causes rapid variations in brightness, a tiny movement, a brief feeling or indication of emotion.

Halting, adjective: slow and hesitant, especially through lack of confidence; faltering



Sheikh Zayed Masjid



I miss

the cold marble floors

of the Masjid,

The intricate patterns on the ceilings

and walls, so blue

so serene,

A small fountain

spurting cool water

where I can slump my hand in,

A place where I can reach out


And feel his presence,

Solacing my woes

calming my nerves

in his no nonsense way,

He is All-Knowing


and All-Hearing,

The ONLY one

who knows what writhes

in this dirty heart of mine,

Blackened by sins

so awry

and incapacitated?

Requiem for a Soul


How many times

Can a soul break?

How many more blows

Can it take?

Frail and soft

A core so brittle

And gullible

So pure, it shivers,

Until the poison swarms

Into the depths

Of unknown truths

And deceptions,

Cries of the darkened

And destroyed ones

Resonate and writhe

In agony,

The price paid is the loss

Of a loved one,

Not a single tear drop


For a thousand years


 The scent of a new-born

His arms strap around

A farewell so afflictive

Tears don’t fight at the brim,

A proud father

After so many years

He’d lost count

Drinking away in misery,

His progeny changed everything

The second he laid his eyes

On the wailing infant,

Screeching for comfort

Finally, he had a reason

To exist

To care,

Protectively, he gripped her

With unknown tenderness

An instinct to lay out his life

For his blood.


The Death Tone (#7 W.O.W)

Beep Beep Beep
Buzzed my phone
Every beep
Like a bullet
Through his heart beat,

38 missed calls
His screen flashed
A death race
Is this a conspiracy?

He clutched the cold metal
Of his door handlebar
Gulping the ball of saliva
Rising in his throat
What is going on?

He wondered, if it was the end
No goodbyes and 
No kisses
Gone for good
Erased. Ruined. Forgotten.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.