Dear All.

This is about my contribution to The Perfectly Imperfect Bunch Blog. Like I said in my post yesterday, this week’s theme is Poetry Writing Process and my post published today discusses how I write poetry, through the example of one of my poems. Please head over to the blog through the link below and read, like, comment and share.

Or click here to read it.

Also, Brett has published an excellent article on what his poetry writing process is like. Please check out his article by clicking on this link.

Thank you and have a good, dreamy, quiet night!

The Perfectly Imperfect Bunch

Why don’t you come over sometime? 

There’s your old boombox

Gathering dust above the TV. 

We could sing along to  

Kishore or Kansas, 

Or to Jingle Bells, if you fancy. 

There’s a photo of us 

Sitting by my bedside,

It reminds me of those merry times

When I was the centre

Of your protected, charmed life. 

I’ve saved the last wine

You gifted me on Mother’s Day.

It lies unopened,

Still swathed in its shimmery gauze,

Waiting for the perfect day. 

I’ll whip up your favourite cakes,

Nevermind that I’m diabetic. 

Or would you prefer pakodas or kulfi?

I know you’re health conscious now. 

I swear I have a guilt-free recipe. 

The phone doesn’t ring anymore. 

No, I’ve paid the bills like I should. 

It’s because you just text now and then, 

And all the rest are dead,

But I keep hoping, still. 

You stopped coming over on weekends, 


View original post 854 more words


  1. Diabetes is a minuscule thing
    I am masochistic to your flings
    I pestered you with my love and care
    But you simply left and did not care
    I don’t have any compunction,
    You were a worthless adulation
    Your traces are gathering the dust
    I am jubilant now, I know my worth

    Liked by 1 person

  2. I love your poem, the expression injected and the choice of words that struck a chord, tapping into the emotions. I will head to the blog and read. Sure to learn the entire process for I am a wannabe poet by default 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    • Thank you so much. But this poem failed to excite me later,as it did at first, which is why I call it flawed. But please, be my guest and head over to the blog. Others have contributed thier pieces as well and they’re far better than mine. 😁😁

      Liked by 1 person

      • OK, so here is a reply with as much brevity as possible. My childhood poems were basically nonsense rhymes. But, like yourself, I later found poetry a way of expressing various moods on a spectrum of angst, anger, disappointment, sadness, despair. This was due to tragedies in our life. Many of those poems were not shared with others. I still do not share poems written in anger, unless they are tempered ones.
        I also have a trepidation about writing poetry and, although have written it since I was about nine years old, it still scares me, in the sense that it is a bigger reality than how I perceive myself. It’s like I’m caught up in a creativity that takes me beyond my comfort zone. Yet, there are moments I can’t not write. It just impels me on. I don’t call myself a writer or poet, as I don’t think its my place to do so. But I do know that there are times that I simply must write and poetry is the mode that comes to me. This post of yours, Pradita, raised all this. Thank you.

        Liked by 1 person

        • My god Simon! You sound like you’re in my head. That’s exactly what I meant when I wrote that post. We write and then we feel that it reveals too much of us; at times it’s so scary that we feel people will abandon us if they read it. I wonder why it doesn’t come out in prose where it’s easier to express these things. But I guess that’s how people like you and me are wired. Thank you so much for sharing with us. It means a lot 😊 😊 😊

          Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s