These twenty five-oddpoems are poetry based upon actual experiences, not one thought up in the intellectual aridness of a pseudo-thinker .Words as they mean in the specific context of recollected thought or image , not meaning several things at a time but that which re-creates an aura or a haze of an earlier experience. They were written ,one poem a day, in the 3 rd quarter of 2011. I have found all poetry is confessional in nature , from a certain uneasiness arising from doubts about the world and how we have been tackling it. Poetry is a way of understanding the world and coping with it. Poetry is a way in which I can try to make sense of life. Deep inside we have our insecurities about our way of living, in our way of making sense out of life. Poetry is our tool to use to evaluate our own effectiveness Above all poetry is a prettily worded confession of our sins. The sins we have committed cumulatively , the thousand little follies which we have indulged in we are averse to admitting to others. If we cannot admit them to others let us admit them to poetry. Thereby we achieve beauty that has remained latent in our encounters with the worldThen there are words. The magic of words that enthralls us by the pictures they hide. Words are pictures to the eyes, to the ear and to the skin. Words that do not mean several things at a time but those that re-create an aura or a haze of an earlier experience. Words as they mean in the specific context of recollected thought. The provocation could be anything. Emotions recalled in tranquility, as Wordsworth would have it. Tranquility is around midnight. At 2 midnight , the search for the day’s poem may begin .Ideas had to start somewhere, before theyflowed. One looked for little nudges that would begin the process. A scrap of poetry or an interesting quote would present many possibilities, a vast canvas for the wanderings of the mind.