Blogger with a Strange Sense

The Daily Prompt:  Super Sensitive
‘If you were forced to give up one sense, but gain super-sensitivity in another, which senses would you choose?’


wanna give up my sense
to stand any kind of nonsense

wanna gain sensitivity by having
much more common sense

wanna give up my sensitivity
towards petty criticisms

wanna gain raised self-esteem
greater sense of self-worth

to attain the above, am gonna need
sight, smell, touch, hearing and…and..

mmmm…Oh O…forgotten the fifth one
whatever it is, you take it – the last one

take them all, as with memory gone wayward
no sense will now please my taste buds

oh o…now I remember the fifth one
so better leave them all with me, thanks!

the poem didn’t make any sense?
never mind, it’s fun to be nonsense


That was a poem for yesterday’s ‘super sensitive’ prompt.

The next prompt goes with my mood.  An hour ago, when I wrote this poem, I was a Blogger in a Strange Land.  Outside the train station, waiting for my son’s train to come, I was sitting inside the car when I decided to kill time by attempting this quaintly senseless poem and posting it.

Indeed I am either very insensitive or else super-sensitive but always a very strange blogger who writes about strange issues while sitting in strange places.


No choice though.  These prompts appear when it is midnight here. Often, by the time I see them or get time to attempt them, the day’s almost over.  No wonder I come up with hurried strange posts.

So you see…the fault Dear Readers is not in these prompts
But something strange in me, that my posts are queer

(“The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.”
~Julius Caesar~)

Thanks WP, thank you all !!!

A word of thanks to all the wonderfully creative and genuinely kind people here at Word Press!!

followed-blog-100-2xA big ‘Thank You’ to all of you who have ever taken interest in my blog, who have followed me for any future updates, have appreciated the posts and given your advice via valuable comments.
Today, a day after Valentine’s Day, I got this insignia for completing 100 followers:

Thanks to the Word Press staff as they prompt us to write each day. I joined WP a year ago, write three posts but thereafter gave it up. I came back to it only two months ago. Within these two months, such appreciation and bonding from the community has changed my mind.

I wanted to thank each one of you personally as and when you added me to your list. But when I observed that the list is getting longer I decided to write a few words here.

Please feel free to give your suggestions to me about any aspect of my site which is just a baby in this blogosphere. Have a long way to go.

All the best with your versatile and inspirational blogs that continue to be a truly learning experience.  I am amazed at the healing power of some of the posts I read.

Yesterday, Cupid’s Arrow struck many of you. In that prevailing mood, today I took an opportunity to be grateful to you all.


Pic Courtesy: google


Self-love Justified


I loved others for too long
but that was a futile exercise
Now, I love myself the most
And see, I always get the prize


To WP:
“See, how I justified my self-love
in less than 30 words
Now tell me, dear WP
where is my prize…???”


WP replied (of course it didn’t):
“Love is an art, of giving
 without getting
 Love others selflessly and justify
 then you will get the prize”

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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Do or Die.”