Entrenched in a veil of misunderstanding,
our relationship treads on a path of frailty.
Tremors of raucous feelings erupt
whorls of pain rives my soul.
I hold on to the scraps of buried memories
imprisoning the unsaid words, within the fortress of my heart.
I tether firmly to the cord holding us together,
hoping one day,
the clamor of the incredulous mind clears.
Petals of integrity unfurls its magic
to rekindle the lost affinity, with a blossom of love!
Reena’s xploration challenge #192
Wallowing in a muddy puddle
naked feet jump in gay abandon
squishy, squashy soggy mess,
happy souls prance together
the tiny tail wags in delight
to the sweet sounds of giggles.
My pup, my perfect partner in crime.
Stealthily we enter home,
staining the carpeted floor with tiny footprints of brown.
The silence of the evening shattered
by mom’s scream of disgust,
watching us plastered in an earthy pack,
she fires her volley of angry outbursts.
We stand in mute innocence
my pup, my perfect partner in crime!
Dakshali’s picture prompt plate #3
Emotional temper soars
rage blurs the mind’s vision
voices reach astounding decibels
heart beat escalates, matching the tempo
tirade of harsh words spew venom
fiery frustrations fold in clenched fists
high voltage drama unfolds.
A blazing inferno fetters the soul
sinks under a dark ocean of wrath
wreaks havoc of toxicity
relationships develop fragile cracks
bonds of friendship scar
dents an irreversible damage.
Time deflates the swollen ire
the gossamer clouding the mind, moves
perspective shifts
streaks of regret get highlighted.
Stay away from soaring tempers
for its aftermath is filled with rueful woe.
I break free from the molds of frivolous expectations of people
I refuse to taste the bitter burnt flavors of words tossed at me
I let go of my servitude to be responsible for other’s happiness
I disallow the societal malice to flow into my veins
I distance myself from the clan believing in narrow mindedness
I liberate myself from living on borrowed peace and teary emotions
I solemnly promise my fidelity to drawing the blue print of my life
Chiselling and sculpting my path on my terms
Engraving my signature on it, celebrating “ME”!
The trauma which I had buried deep
mistaking it to be dead,
sadly lay unforgotten, in a slumber
tucked away in a remote corner of my heart.
Shadows eclipsed under the blanket of time emerge,
as ghosts of the past, start to haunt my present.
Wispy fringes of pain gather momentum
inundates my mind with a broody melancholy.
A sense of estrangement overwhelms my being,
conflicting dissonance envelopes my psyche.
Dismantling my marquee of balance,
it holds my sanity to ransom,
driving me to the brink of insanity!
Reena’s exploration challenge #190 : Insanity
Ruling the glamour industry
much sought after face
sashaying across the ramp
basking in all the adulation
stardom felt eternal.
Spotlight shifts focus
today, my face is a mere poster on the wall with graffiti.
Forgotten, as tides of time change.
I try to chase the elusive limelight,
only to realize,
fame is like a sparkler
burning till the light fades
transient!
My car and I….
A perfect companion to my wanderlust heart and nomadic mind
we journeyed across the countryside ,driving through the meandering roads.
Sleeping under the starlit panoramic night sky, my dreams wrapped under their lambent glow,
to be gently woken up to the sounds of warble and the gurgling brooks.
Experiencing the beauty of the altering vistas, inhaling the fragrance of nature’s scents
soaking in the ambiance of terrains, still untouched by man’s sullied hands, had an organic allure.
Feeling the pain of the ancient scars, of the once resplendent monuments, felt so real.
Coming out unscathed from the jaws of death, heaving a sigh of relief on a narrow shave,
the raw and savage beauty of the wilderness, had many adventurous tales to tell.
Sitting by the aqua waters, listening to the ocean waves, pouring their stories to me,
while the gloomy monotones of the winter’s white blanket penned melancholic poetry,
the sand dunes hurrying along, under the scorching heat, as if to pass on the message of a weary traveller.
Wending through the journey, ruminating within, feeling a sense of surreal enlightenment in solitude, solo travel has transformed me.
The autumnal nudity to spring’s vibrancy, the sweltering heat to the alabaster snow,
learning, living, and experiencing a myriad platter of life,
we have travelled many miles together, coming a full circle…
My car and I!
Sadje’s prompt #89
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