Pandorathon -13-May 2020-Fable Poem- Second Chance

(written Based on The Fox and The Grapes)

He landed yet another opportunity
To deal that could create new benchmark
Of his ability, agility that could be his new trademark
But, like the fox, he complained and whined
Of ill-fate and misery that doubled combined
The spark of his positivity had turned into sheer disdain
Once, a prime leader, today preferred to give away his claim
The treasure he owned, he trained himself not to use
Convincing himself that Life was at his ruse
Scorning at others, he did, who paved their way calling it a waste
You can sit and enjoy the fruits leisurely, he said, why haste
But, one day, came an order that got votes as majority
They decided to steal his limelight and shamed his disparity
Within a few months, stood an arch bridge hovering above his head
The Canal just remained a duct for no one to admire, confined into his own bed.

Prompt – Write a controversial poem. Use a fable in it, mix it with what everyone considers unnatural. Draw a picture with your poem’s words about something that shakes every possible ground of human conscious.
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Pandorathon-17-May 2020- Every Minute Counts

It was late night, post 1.30 pm
When I heard those footsteps again
He murmured something in tandem
So, I gathered he bought an accomplice to support his claim

I was prepared too, under the blanket I lay
With my ears transfixed to their hissing and whispers
He knelt closely to sneak a clear way
With his accomplice trying to knock off my blister

I had to act swiftly, without them knowing
While they silently tiptoed towards the end
I grabbed the newspaper, rolling
Frantically smacked the hell of them

On my blanket , I found my enemies with their eyes cold, dead
I had slowly turned to be a serial killer of mosquitoes with high risk on errand

Prompt- Shakesperean sonnet. The first twelve lines are divided into three quatrains with four lines each. The poem ends with a couplet ( two lines). There should be fourteen lines only. A single poem only Theme A murder scene, you are the murderer. Reason : It could be anything : you are a serial killer, jealousy, an enemy, a murder assignment, you could be a cop… Play with your dark side. Example : 1. Desdemona’s murder in Othello. 2. Browning’s Porphyria’s Lover.

Pandorathon-12- May 2020-Are you Named as “Elvira”

elvira name

You know there is some strong connection between us Elvira. I just wonder how chronologically different yet the moments were similar. I was always intrigued when others mentioned the meaning of their name at school or when teachers said.. Be true to your name. When I was in school, I had one of my friend always addressing as El-vayh-ruh unlike other classmates. One day, when I asked her, she confided much to my amusement about a Elf story she had known. And that’s where my mission began.

I asked my mother who told me that Dad named me from a beautiful Names book,though until then she had chosen something beautiful from P. But surprisingly to this day, she doesn’t recollect that name as she loved this name more. How mom, why can’t you?She says it was beautiful name-Was it Priya, Pearl or Patricia (there) I asked her back then. Mama, sure you could write it down somewhere, but all she says.. I loved Elvira instantly … But yeah that could be Patricia too.


My dad’s mom name is Elizabeth so my dad chose Elvira, what could it mean was my new found obsession after school. I pestered my Dad, a man of few words challenged me , it’s meaning can be found in any dictionary. What! But I wouldnt give up. I daily checked some amazing words and showed if it may be the chosen one. But ans was simply No.
Later that quest was fulfilled by intro of Internet. I Googled my name. Obviously now, you know it’s meaning. I did find Elvira-mistress of the dark, the mention of elves. I was too ecstatic that I actually downloaded the “Oak Ridge Boys’ original song and played it everyday. For one of her class, my sister told me she has Elvira at home and Elveera as partner in school. From that day, whenever I used to meet her, I used to wear such a bright smile to greet Elveera that my sis called it sometimes too creepy.


Apart from my regular day-dreaming that I do to this very day, I searched about meaning of #Elvira and there were zillion of searches – meaning white or beautiful, its Spanish origin, it’s history and popularity etc. At one point of time, I was even obsessed with Spanish language, Spanish songs, team Spain of Fifa.

But when I discussed with Dad, he said you are yet to seek its real meaning. Ah! Then, one day I triumphed with most obvious word I ignored until then. Elvira means Truth in Spanish . I actually celebrated like I had won a war and my mother thought her girl had gone cuckoo.Truly, I was felt special for an introvert like me who found her zen.


Today, I am addressed by all possible nicknames starting with Elvi, Elu, Elu blue, Aloe-kobo, Aloevera, Ellie etc. Over the years, I got a chance to see few Elveeras’. But for the 1st time, I got a chance to interact with ‘Elvira’ here in TSL group who writes about her magical world, a perfect fantasy for dreamer like me.


Flash back- After my elaborate research and findings of achieving a feat of knowing my name, my sister was lured into this. Her name was selected by Dad from that same book… And all she finds closer to her name is surnames but no exact meaning or spelling. She has given up pacifying herself it is unique. But I get a chance to tell her… You are incomplete without me… which has the entire name except two letters.

P. S : That beautiful name book is still mystery!

Written with an intention to explore the world around my name “#Elvira” and the tryst to find/met more Elvira’s then and now and possible future 🙂

napowrimo- 30-april 2020- from a point of view of someone who hates me

Shall we begin for finally I get an opportunity
To blurt out on a spree
How do those eyes behind those spectacles
Have that spark that always tries to resonate itself with life
Bungee jumping at every opportunity
Now sits pale and silent averse to any light
Thank goodness it has slumbered down
Otherwise it seemed really unbearable
To see your enthusiastic self buzzing around everywhere
Like a ray of hope to people who felt low
And even us who couldn’t but had to acknowledge you
Weren’t you a nerdy crazy bundle then
who didn’t shy from playing pranks on random people
and yet sneaking away like a puppy
How well you mimicked almost everyone , including seniors and bosses
Who somehow just enjoyed your damn company and laughed away
Really surprised that you could forge a relation
Even with strangers and make them feel at ease
Those affirmative statements you made among friends,
greeting people like me who spited off your back
For which you were supremely contented as a good deed
Did it bring anything back to you, of course not
Because you didn’t expect anything in return, be it career or relations
But you left to carry baggages of our bullying and taunts
The cost of sane living crushing some of your dreams
I wished strangely, I could dupe you better
Well, well even if you shun away,
You are my laughing stock now
For your absurd decisions that you hardly learn from your mistakes
Crude enough I say, your weak heart has been duped
To believe everything is good
And probably, that’s why you fracture your soul
With more bandages to count than before

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napowrimo-25-APRIL 2020- windows

You know I never disclosed before
but I have a friend who loves to
prank me and keep me on my toes
whenever I am making my tea
he jumps away like a frog
whenever I am feeling hot
he prefers to freeze like snow
whenever I almost drowsy
he bangs his fists to glory
whenever I relax or watch a movie
he decides to invite guests
and most annoying, if I reprimand him and stay him put
he takes revenge by his cranky voices and howls
PROMPT- POEM ON "WINDOWS"- 20 LINES ONLY
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