Today, I have used a tool called “Lipogram”. Lipogram is a kind of constrained writing in which you restrict the use of certain letters usually a common vowel. It is much more difficult to avoid common letters like E, T, or A, as the author/poet must omit many ordinary words. In order to make it more challenging and interesting, I […]

via Lipogram: Sky is Limit — My Feelings My Freedom

i wish

inky night



Wordle – 257


The sudden spark of bombs

Thumb triggering guns

Chum stand numb

Many succumb

Life crumbles in nanoseconds

Spilling bloods of shots

Few are lucky to crack out

Slick & Lock indoors

The sudden thrum

Leaves survivors estranged

Settling fear & irk

In their minds


© Ila Varma 19-07-2016

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #257


Absence of Peace!!! #Poetry

Published in Praxis Magazine Online is pleased to present “Peace Poem, 2016″

Wish to see the world
In joy n merry making
Chanting hymns of peace
Singing carols of happiness
Together We Stand
Breaking the barriers of Hatred
Praising the Beliefs of All.
Drop the guns
Spill out the venom
Thriving inside
Clasp hands
Form a chain of peace
Laugh out Loud
Spat the chaos burning inside.
Hey Brother
The day
You extend hand of peace
All the chaos n conflicts
Will wipe out from the devil mind
You will feel feather light.
Gaze at
The greens & the colourful blooms
Spirit of peace
Will arise n linger
In your soul
Your body will feel fresh n crystal clear.
It’s time to wrap up hatred
Bring in peace
To tame the minds
Which are in unrest
Thus Peace prevails
Which is absent
Since Many years.
Wish to see
Break of a Dawn
Promising peace n harmony
Crumbling & burning
The hatred n fear
Cracking a sparkling Smile  

On faces of all
Minds be clear
Ties of Faith on Each other
Glues Us Together.

© Ila Varma 19-07-2016

Hope Lost


After years, she held the knitting needle. This time, she was knitting for the baby, who was due to arrive in. She would be granny. She was ecstatic about it, gradually giving shape to her knitting skills in afternoons.

“Mamma, I lost my baby. I slipped and the baby is gone.” Her daughter informed her over phone.

All her dreams shattered, but still she continued her knitting.

“For whom you are knitting, we have lost our baby?” Her man said.

I will gift this to an orphan, in memory of my grandchild.

Written for One Frame Stories #92

© Ila Varma 18-07-2016

WOW – Superheroes In Disguise

There are many people around us whom we don’t notice but
they are the superman or superwoman of our life. Man been a social animal, the
life revolves around web of relationships, some by blood and some by humanity.
As we grow and move out, the blood relations are left out and the community in
which we live, they become closer than blood ties. It goes the same for all of

I feel that the support staff who are there at our reach are
the superheroes of our life and whose timely approach makes our life cosy and

Till my kids were small and I was healthy, I carried all the
household chores as well as outside world on my own and I enjoyed executing. In
those days, we had two wheeler and my husband handled it. He was in marketing,
so most of the time, he was on tour. I managed all the chores along with
children by rickshaw and so my dependency was more on the Rickshaw puller.

With two small kids and the baggage, it got tough to cross
roads and hire rickshaw. There was one puller, who was quite generous and
helped me a lot. He advised me to tell my timings of plying and he would be
available on my doorstep at the stipulated time. In those days, mobile services
were not there, so fixing “timings” worked. I don’t remember his name but till
date, I am grateful for his services because he helped me a lot in those days
when my kids were too small and there is only two years age difference between
the two, so you can imagine my plight. He was quite trustworthy and he handled
the kids with love and care while I bought things n veggies from the market. He
rendered his services for absolute four years and never had he failed in his
timings. I recall him as a Superman who helped me in the initial years of my
family life.

Life is full of ups and down and I have my share off and on.

In 90’s, my husband fractured his leg and after a week, I
was confined to bed due to over weakness in my limbs, unable to move. I was in
my early twenties and this sudden change gave me a hard blow and I had nervous
breakdown. The situation at my place was grim. The fracture got ignored, rather
it was taken as a disguise that my husband got ample holiday to stay at home
and arrange for my needs. The god was not happy at this situation and tried to
test our patience. Both my kids were down with measles. So, there was endless
tragedy, one after another and none to take care of us. We had lot of relatives
but none turn up. The mother of my husband’s subordinate offered her help and she
stayed back at our place, managing all the things, especially the kids, who
were of three-four years. Her selfless services for more than a month helped
all of us to recoup and the best part was that she managed the house and her
motherly instinct was great. She was the superwoman in disguise, whose timely
help saved my family. To this day, I am grateful and have tried to be available
for her needs. But my help is not selfless, it is my act of Thanksgiving.

Since two decades, I am suffering from neuropathy and
at most, I need assistance. I am grateful to all my colleagues, subordinates,
associates, friends and staff, who are there for me always and they have made
my life wonderful at my workplace or on outing or at home.

I am surrounded by superheroes and superwoman and they make
my life beautiful and enjoyable and I can’t fathom of life without them. The
ties of brotherhood are more intense in my life than the blood ties, because my
blood ties are staying far off and are available on web or mobile.

I am grateful to all who have added joys and are adding joys
in my life. I salute them with reverence and pray for their well-being.

Cheers to my entourage.

‘This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’

Inner Bursts


Human enamoured his Pursuits

Accomplishing heights of Success

Lurched Tranquility.

© Ila Varma 15-07-2016


The terror around fazed my mind n numerous queries burst out. Where we are reeling too, we achieved success in all fields but let down by own people. People tearing people and the enmity is alarming. Peace vanished from the earth.

Written for Write Tribe 

Impossible – One Liner


Politics & Politicians uses the word “Impossible” as “I AM POSSIBLE” and the possibility of impossibility does not stand in their context, they know the correct usage 🙂   

By Ila Varma




Three Word Wednesday

Why have you made face

Like Deadpan

You were so lively & strong

My Baby

Return Back to those times

When You were Carefree & Strong

It’s tough for me

to watch you struggle

to move & Play

Come Dance to the music

You will come out of all pain.


I too desire to break the barriers

But the deadly Alzheimer’s

has put me behind bars

I can’t stand music

It’s thud is ear-splitting

I can’t bear to stand.

© Ila Varma 13-07-2016

(A conversation between an ailing daughter and her mother. It’s unbearable for her to see her lively daughter suffer from Alzheimer’s and has reduced to a life which has no meaning.)

Written for Three Word Wednesday & Write Tribe Day 4

Rain -You Bring Memories Back


Rains brings loud memories back

Which are buried in the stack

Deliberately drenching in the rains

Was our popular childhood games

On charged had flimsy excuses in our sack.

© Ila Varma 12-07-2016

Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 28 – Rain

Limerick Challenge Week 28 – Rain

Raindrops scatters on plains
Cleaning all the choked drains
Drizzle washes each leaves & twigs
Dazzling sparkling all figs

Filling the pot-holes and lanes.

© Ila Varma 12-07-2016
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 28 – Rain and Write Tribe Festival

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