Evil embrace.


Lost and confused

in the catacombs of emptiness,

I crave for meaning.

Chased by relentless shadows

of woe and misery,

I long for freedom.

Gyved under a spell of bondage,

frozen in sands of time,

I pray for release.

(Image source: Internet)

Thanks for reading.

Yours truly..creativnerd



“Life flows on

sometimes with a surge

of a violent stream.

And sometimes so calm

like fading sunbeam.

Breath comes easy

but living is steep,

trying to find your niche

in this crazy dustheap.”

Thanks for reading.

Yours truly….creativnerd

Writing101 Day15: Your Voice Will Find You

Prompt: “Think about an event you’ve attended and loved. Your hometown’s annual fair. That life-changing music festival. A conference that shifted your worldview. Imagine you’re told it will be cancelled forever or taken over by an evil corporate force.” How does that make you feel?

I couldn’t believe my ears when i heard it. A million thoughts galloped through my mind at lightening speed. When? How? Why? It was running successfully since more than a decade, then why did they decide to wrap the show.

I remember my first visit to the summer adventure camp. With the nerve of a six year old, i carried my backpack and a water bottle all the way to the top of the hill. I learned many things on that camp…had my first stint with fear of the dark, learned to tie ten kinds of knots, slept on bare ground, climbed a tree for the first time and participated in a lot of other adrenaline pumping activities. I attended the camp every year till i passed out of school and shifted here for college. I learnt umpteen lessons that have helped me face life without flinching.

It comes as a melancholic shock to hear that it wont be carried out anymore. I was going to send my children there from next year.

Yours truly…creativnerd

Writing101 Day14: To Whom It May Concern

Prompt:  “Pick up the nearest book and flip to page 29. What’s the first word that jumps off the page? Use this word as your springboard for inspiration. If you need a boost, Google the word and see what images appear, and then go from there.    Today’s twist: write the post in the form of a letter.”

I am currently reading “Fault in our stars” by John Green, and the word that shoots off page 29 is ‘lungs‘. So, I am going to write a letter addressed to my friend’s pair of lungs that have been abused for quite some time.


Dear Lungs,

I know he treats you like sponge, only to soak up smoke and tar that enters through his wind pipe. I am sure you despise it but still hold it together. I can sometimes hear you crepitate in retaliation but you resign to relentless ignorance of my friend. Being a doctor I know what you endure everyday and everytime the fumes percolate your innards and choke them.

Don’t give up my precious. I am working on salvaging as much as i can. Please hang on.