Relationships!

In response to V. J’s weekly challenge Threes. “Sum up a story in 3 words or three lines of three words”

I have written a pair of threes, highlighting how spoken words in a relationship can make or mar them.

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  1. Caustic tongues lash

corrodes relationships’s scaffolding

crumbled emotional detritus.

2. Amiable patient dialogues

propensity to forgive

sinews of relationship.

Birth of Poetry!

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A slice of love,

 blanket of gloom,

swirl of ecstasy,

fusillade of anger,

echo of laughter,

whiff of freshness,

pain of heartbreak,

onus of responsibility,

pleasure of passion,

tinge of envy,

grace of maturity,

tussle of thoughts,

turmoil of decisions,

rut of the mundane,

voice of truth,

veil of deceit,

thrill of adrenaline,

silence of solitude.

As my quill dips into inks

from the palette of life,

emotion of thoughts,

beauty of words synthesize,

in perfect harmony,

poetry takes its first breath!

Scarlet Love!

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The gentle chimes announce

the fragrance of your letter

from across the seven seas

twirling at my doorstep.

Indigo ink frame the calligraphic letters

pouring emotions on to the papyrus.

Words dipped in intense passion

come alive on the scented pages.

My heart impassioned by your poetic scribbles

 beats in a feral frenzy.

Your love wraps me in a warm embrace,

satiates my tendrils of longing,

sealing it with your scarlet love.

Sadje’s WDYS Challenge #65

A Day Without Water!

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Last April that awful day, when water left us high and dry

a lesson learnt the hard way, will stay with me forever.

Summer announced its arrival with the mercury soaring,

adding to the woes, the pandemic locked us indoors.

The old leaky connection pipe succumbed under pressure at night,

 the next  morning the taps at home went dry.

A call to the water board confirmed our worst fears,

the wait for a tanker would be an endless one.

With shutters of shops down, the repair too would be a prolonged affair

fractious moods ensued a torrent of rants and expletives,

 a house full of people letting off their steam,

finally sapped of energy, the listless souls vented muffled sighs.

A kind neighbour lent us a can of water,

Rationing its use, the trailer made us realise,

we don’t want to watch the movie, “A day without water”, ever again.

Perspectives changed, importance of water redefined.

Water crisis, shortage, stressor, scarcity, you name it

will be the global vocabulary of future

mindful conservation is a mantra to be followed.

 each drop is an elixir, a shout out to all “ Please Save Water”!!

Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 168

Sounds of Solitude!

V. J’s weekly challenge: ” What pulls on your soul?”

Away from the rut of the mundane

as the wandering thoughts settle,

clouds of chaos dissipate

when all the noise is silenced,

I sit alone by the sparkling blue ocean

watching the tidal waves ebb,

soaking me with candid conversations,

washing away my wistful woes.

The nascent rays of dawn

usher in a promise of hope.

I hear their unspoken words.

 The sublime sounds of solitude

wrap my soul in a tranquil embrace.

The Maverick Soul!

Mammoth gates of undressed stones

greet me, with a tale of the bygone eras.

The misty mountains from beyond beckon

into the realms of the unknown.

I dwell in the today, trying to fathom

the fascinating allure of the eclectic verses,

penned by the medieval past and the mystic future.

They invite me on a path of unravelling

as my maverick soul, is on a quest

to taste the alchemy of life.

Sadje’s WDYS #64

Poison!

3 twenty word stories in response to Bulbul’s TWT prompt : Poison

Warning, Poison, Danger, Information, Dangerous
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1. A seed of doubt sprout in her mind, concocting baseless stories. Self-poisoning led to the death of their beautiful relationship.

2. Few religious fanatics with ulterior motives, poison gullible young minds with the promise of heaven, tearing apart the nation’s soul.

3. Callous attitude, selfish motive, reckless dumping of plastic. Aren’t we slow poisoning our planet and digging our own grave?

“Trained” to be on the run…

Before the pandemic struck us, a typical scene from any city around the globe was very similar. At the end of a long day at work, a swarm of people would rush to the stations, their heads down, glued to their mobiles.  Oblivious of their surroundings or fellow passengers, most of them would be immersed in work or on a call. Sapped of energy, they would chug along to reach home, every day, defining life, in its mundanity.

The pandemic brought the life’s train to a grinding halt. The sudden impact left man totally lost, throwing him completely off track. The lock down has to a great extent, initiated a change to his perspective on life and its meaning. All this time he was chasing a mirage, mistaking success for happiness, in the bargain turning a blind eye to those little things, that added value to life.

Today, man has slowed down the pace at which he is traversing on this journey of life. He has realised if his life’s train derails and its journey comes to an abrupt end, before reaching its last station, his pursuit for hollow victories may after all be in vain.

Life is a sojourn between birth and death. One should enjoy the beauty of the changing landscape, being present each moment, for each stop brings with it an experience, before its time for us to alight at the final destination.

Sadje’s WDYS #63

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