Day 18

Prompt: Joie de Vivre


Throughout the lonely nights the lady wept in pain

Memories of the time she spent with her soldier refused to wane

She lit a lamp every night with a prayer on her lips

Every hour she checked through out the night the flickering wick

Every night, she poured her heart out by strumming the strings of her sitar

She played with so much joie de vivre, that Gods above shed golden tears

Every note sanctified her love for her soldier

The music united the lady with her lover

The clock on the wall had stopped, stalling time

Time and lady waited fervently for the door bell’s chime

One morning the clock tick-tocked again

There was a rainbow in the sky with verdant rain

A tall sinewy figure was spotted walking down her lane

The doorbell chimed, the door flew open

There was no need for any words lame

All pain ebbed from the lady’s slender frame

The sun shone again through her love struck eyes

Fusing her lips she with his she claimed her soul’s prize.


©Paromita Mukherjee Ojha, 18th April 2016





Day 17 & 18

Prompt: 1)The Wall is my sorrow

2)Yes, I have floated on the iceberg of Death


My blood oozes from my veins in a gush

My cuckold soul ebbing out in a rush

Your deceit and treacherous act abhorred

Slashed my heart like a raging sword

I craved death

I detested your every breath

Yes, my love I have floated on the iceberg of death

Since I saw you with another man on our nuptial bed

I was still alive but a walking dead

My faith crushed like the petals of a rose pagan

My emotions frozen into icicle by your treason

Everywhere I turned there were walls sucking my life-force

Till I charted a future course

I stung you with my icy blue lips

Watching remorselessly your red blood




Your consciousness losing its final grip

I embalmed your body on the very same bedroom wall

Your face fading little by little like a mothball

That wall has become my shrine, my sorrow and catharsis

You are entombed eternally on my terms and my space-My nemesis


©Paromita Mukherjee Ojha, 17th -18th April 2016








Day 14

Prompt: Flirtation

Come on baby, it’s just light flirtation

Really uncle? It’s rather termed as-molestation

It just started with furtive touch and accidental brush

Her soul at each touch a little more crushed

She kept quiet bearing this living hell

Her family she could not tell

After all, he was a family friend

Or a disguised fiend?

Her self-worth washed away by salty tears

Her innocence blown away by his painful briars

If you love me you won’t anybody tell, was his constant song

He pushed her in that living hell for a year long

Till one day he pushed his pathetic act further one notch

Throbbing with pain she kicked his vile crotch

She finally broke her silence,

her trauma to her family she dislodged

She threw out the door this human pestilence

She was finally reborn through her resilience.

©Paromita Mukherjee Ojha, 14th April 2016



DAY 13
Prompt: Petrichor

On a magical rainy night
I am encased in your arms holding me tight
Our hearts absorbed in its own liquid fire
Nature outside the window singing its soulful choir
The freshly washed earth emanating its musky scent
Petrichor -holds our hearts too in its torrent
Drawing our lips together in kisses ardent
We taste the essence of our bodily core
Our bodies arching to draw in more
Our souls pounding in anticipation
Fused into one, our ardor finally reaches new haven
Rain, fusing into earth’s womb draws its salvation
Your musk, enraptures my soul in passionate exultation.

©Paromita Mukherjee Ojha, 13th April 2016





Day 11 & 12

Prompt :  Et Tu Brute !

Passion Fruit


I hear your ominous laughter

I feel my heart slaughtered

My blood staining the pristine river water

I pull on my dithering will power

To foil the murderous intention of you, my lover

A beastly coward that hitherto I had failed to uncover


Stealthily I swim, stumble, fumble and crawl

While I witness you on the other bank prowl

I feel lost in the abyss of my life now lost its course

Your treachery sucking out my life force

I feel like a fool blind all this while

I nurturing our home through my sweat and toil

While you dug into luscious passion fruits

Planting your seeds night after night into newer soil


I came home tonight ecstatic to share my joy

Scarce knowing that to you I was only a lusty toy

We were about to become parents

Your ballistic reaction to the joyous news was abhorrent

I failed to read your devilish thought current


Your sudden decision to stroll near the river bank

I should have guessed was a precursor to a death prank

One shove, a mighty push

Was enough to complete your deadly ambush!

My soul sank into its own dark abyss chanting Et tu brute?


I lost the will to live; I decided to end this charade crude

By sinking and escaping from this world of brutes

When suddenly I saw streams of light from above

Beckoning my life to touch the river shore

I realized it was a reminder from Heaven

Not to entomb my baby beloved



I swam across the tide willing to rebuild my life

My unborn child steered me towards a course right

I decided to focus ahead without emotional strife,

I am dreaming of a tomorrow vibrant, full of glee.

My little heaven would comprise of my seraphim and me

A new dawn would break and from past we would break free.


©Paromita Mukherjee Ojha, 11-12 April 2016





DAY 10
PROMPT: Where you would like the wind to take you?

O! Spirited wind, hear my plea

Take me to that land of majestic beauty

A wondrous place of lavender and honey
Where there is no trace of feelings puny
Let me trace once more his footprints on that ground
Where pure love did once abound
His fiery kiss that seared my soul
And left me in throes of passion untold
O! Once more on his lips let my lips unfold.

My lover, my nemesis
Your thoughts hold my body in an aroused stasis
You did not linger, you did not stay
Like a capricious star you vaunted on your milky way
My world since then has shriveled into dregs of grey
I opened my heart to welcome your charms
All you left me with was a turbid maelstrom
I release you from my heart a little everyday
So that you can follow your capricious ways
My unquenchable love coerces me to pray
For your return to my passionate hearth one day
Once more our bodies will fuse in mindless array
Swaying and writhing together in abandon gay.

© Paromita Mukherjee Ojha, 10th April 2016

Singed Visage



DAY 8 & 9

Prompt: Déjà vu & Cul-de-sac


Is that my face all over the news channel?
I look vacuously at the television panel
The walls of the hospital room –my prismatic prism
Witnesses now my apocalyptic stoicism
I shift on the bed to hear my travesty rewound minutely
That little voice inside my head whispers morosely
Why bother! You have heard it all before
Acquaintances old and new are now claiming to experience a déjà vu
Through my singed skin they are staking kinship with me anew
All ghosts from present and past reappearing on screen
While I am coping with the trauma of a face wiped clean
These ghosts are ticking off a list of who’s the possible attacker
What motive he had to be my beauty’s marauder!
They are endlessly blogging and logging my pain
Through twittering my face they are laying claim to instant fame
Encashing on my pain has become the new norm
Comparison is rampant of my old and new form
My soul crumples and withers a little everyday
My life has reached its cul-de-sac
My once colorful world Is smothered in shades of black
Should I drown in mire or open my soul a crack?
I pay heed to the voice in my head
My soul decides to arise from the dead
I volte-face and choose a new path to tread
Through my life I would now provide a numinous shade
To all victims of mindless acid attacks
I will extoll hope to rise through their soul’s cracks
I know strength of mind is all
That is required to claim our destinies back.
© Paromita Mukherjee Ojha, 8th -9th April 2016