My poems at Poetree Creations


1) My poem was published/promoted at the site Poetree Creations:

    Walls – good and bad – Promote Yourself.

 If you like the poem, then please do appreciate the peom at the above site too, just as you  did here at Magnanimous Word: Walls

2). Another poem published/promoted by Poetree Creations:  

Born again – promote yourself  

 This one is for Mother’s Day. All mothers, young and old, can relate to it

 My poem at Magnanimous Word site:  Born Again

Site URL for this poem:

 Thanks for reading this and for liking any of my works.



Laters baby


Fifty shades of…life

life says to me:  ‘I can’t bear to
hurt you, because I love you’


50 shades of ‘grey’, it hides
life-mask is never black or white

40 shades of ‘red’, it cries
love is full of agony and joy

30 shades of ‘blue’, it feels
life is cool though full of blues

20 shades of ‘green’, it fights
sick ailments with willed delights

10 shades of ‘yellow’, it enjoys
wealth, abundance, scarcity

one shade of ‘white’, it concludes
nothing’s forever, nothing’s true


all these thoughts for ‘laters baby’
for right now, ‘you’re my life-line’


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My poem was inspired by Fifty Shades of Grey, the book triology as well as the online review and trailer.
The movie is going to be released on this Valentine’s Day.

Popular quotes from this movie that I used in my above poem:
‘Laters baby’
‘I can’t bear to hurt you, because I love you’
you’re my life-line’

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Silver Screen.”

Journey Inside


That ill-fated sleepy afternoon
as I sat nodding with closed eyes
A fly entered my ‘big’ mouth
well not so big it is, but
yawning full-force was I, and
the dirt-loving creep must’ve
come to kiss the dribble
so down went the greedy bug
through my inner dark alleys

I gagged and gulped
but down it slipped, through
narrow tunneled esophagus
through the wobbly stomach
the slimy small intestine
swinging my large intestine
and then finally free…. 
but wonder
survived or life-free.

So I don’t want to go that path,
no thanks. And how can I, can I?
For one, I am not a fly
And then, I am still alive

I sure do want to go inside,
take an inward journey,
to know not my body, but
my true soul from inside
To know myself a bit better
before I actually truly die…


Of course, the above story was imaginary.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “No, Thanks.”

The Self-Ruled


Rigid rules are for the fools
who need to be reigned
or else they will run unruly
For only rules can rule
these rebels who do not use
their heart or mind
to know wrong from right

Thinking minds obey the laws
but set their own unsaid rules
Rules, they better not break,
for they know, if broken, it won’t
annoy some ruling authority
but crush and break,  
their very own identity
their inner integrity

 My above poem is in response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Breaking the Law.”

The rules below cited at infographicaday, are worth following, though no penalty for non-followers



Helpful rules of life. Pic source: infographicaday

The Plane of Life


Life, helpless and fleeting,
Like a big plane falling
into the rivers of death

TransAsia Airways plane crash.  Pic Source:  SMH news

TransAsia Airways plane crash – Pic Source: SMH news

4th Feb, 2015

WP Overthrown


Ouster of WP –  from my life

I like what I like – with full heart
I do what I do – with full heart

For that, I do not have any reasons
that can ever satisfy your weird heart

I follow my gut feelings, sure I do
but I play no strange games, that you do

Still, if you don’t trust my choice
Still, if I can’t convince you WP

Then off you vanish without a trace
Because Oh!! I realise, I liked you too (once).

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: ‘Do or Die’

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Pretty Liars…Lie Lie Again


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Sweet Little Lies.”

The Daily Post has asked:  As kids, we’re told, time and again, that lying is wrong. Do you believe that’s always true? In your book, are there any exceptions?

“It is hard to believe that a man is telling the truth when you know that you would lie if you were in his place”
This is what one Henry Louis Mencken said about lying and truth. 

If a person has murdered someone, or has stolen something or done something he or she should not have done, then it would be difficult for that person to be immediately truthful about it. Unless and until it is clear that there is no escape.  

So is it with something as simple as telling your (exact) age. Women as well as men hide their age if they can, and yet not really labelled as liars.

Even before you ask a woman, “How old are you?” , you know very well that the reply won’t come easy.   The replying party will fidget or look downwards and after a hesitant hmmm and ohhh wellll…she will tell that she is around 40 or that she belongs to this and this age group.

Rarely do we come across a woman telling her age directly and confidently, in a straightforward manner without even an inkling of hesitation.  Exceptions are those men and women who look much older than their age. Normally, if some rare woman indeed tells her age openly, she should be considered an honest and truthful person. Shouldn’t she?  But…she is not. That’s because even if she is telling the truth no one will consider it a truth. Because, nobody believes a woman when she tells her age.

So, whether she wavers or she tells her complete truth, either way it will seem as if she is telling a lie. But a lie that most people accept.  Age and height are tentative, always left for others to guess.  Unless and until it is a job interview or a competition based on age as criteria, it doesn’t even matter whether a person is 31 or 33,  45 or 49.

Age is a fake and frivolous criteria.  It is very biased to judge people on age alone.  An older person can be a better worker, an older dancer might be a better dancer –  life of the party.  A younger person with no sensitivity, no skills, education, taste, class or style should not be deemed better than somebody slightly older but fine in every other way.

Hence, there should be no need at all for any human being to lie about something as fickle as age and yet people are compelled to lie.   This is a fake world that glorifies youth and beauty therefore  women often dilly-dally when telling their precise chronological age.  They have a fear that they would be judged by others on the basis of age.  It is this judgmental world that makes them liars.

After reading this article, make sure not to ask any woman her age because she won’t tell the truth. And even if she does, you won’t believe she is telling the truth.   So what’s the point in making someone indulge in sweet lies.



In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Ready, Set, Done!.”

I am a relatively new writer on Word Press hence was unaware of this kind of prompt writing exercise that’s called ‘free-write’… set a timer for ten minutes. Write without pause (and no edits!) until you’re out of time. Then, publish what you have (it’s your call whether or not to give the post a once-over).

After reading this daily prompt topic, a word came into my mind – ‘extempore’.

I remember, during my school days (long ago), we used to take part in extempore debate and declamation speech competitions but we were not provided any topic that we could prepare beforehand.  Then a random topic would be given at the final moment with say 2 to 5 minutes to think about it.

In such extempore competitions, where there is nil preparation or forethought, who are the participants who do well in their attempts?

Of course, most contestants are similar in one criteria – their command over the language. Other than that, they are meant to be articulate and should be able to think on the spot.  But is it that simple?  Are people actually not prepared at all?  Whatever comes out of our eloquent mouths, isn’t it all somehow already there at the back of their minds?

Some participants used to prepare for the competition nevertheless, rather they would prepare many general topics and then later string and strew the information within their impromptu speech.  Say, if you had prepared information about your own family (or even families in general), then you can easily speak at length on a topic that requires you to talk about your mother.

If one is standing in front of the audience and just start blabbering out whatever comes in one’s mind, then it is our sub-conscious mind that’s working.  So on the surface it might seem that the speech was unprepared, but if the speaker has somehow been connected to that particular topic in the past, then he or she will perform better than others when extemporising.   If I am from a family of travelers, then a topic related to travelling will come by as an easy game to me but maybe not so to others.

Another factor is, how your mind works at that particular moment.  Your mood on that day, your mood during that hour and that particular moment.  When subconscious becomes conscious, then at that moment, not just the subconscious thoughts matter but the degree of readiness that the conscious mind has when absorbing the subconscious thoughts and knowledge.   There is writer’s block that hinders most writers at some time or the other but is there speaker’s block too that depends on some internal or external criteria?

Like, when writing the above piece of ‘free write’ and when my subconscious thoughts were becoming conscious, were jostling to come out on this word document, I was simultaneously thinking…”Oh what’s the point!!  After all, the pingbacks are not working and it will not be published anyway.  It will become another unnoticed solitary climber on my own little wall.   So better not write”.

But soon I dismissed this vile thought.  Pingbacks or no pingbacks, does not matter.  Writing should be for the sake of writing.


Ready, Set, Done!

pic source: grammer