In Hope…

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

Eugi’s weekly prompt : petals

My Partner in Crime!

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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!

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Soaring Tempers!

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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.

Eugi’s weekly prompt : Soaring

A Promise to Myself!

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”!

Sadje’s WDYS #91

Driving Me Crazy!

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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

Eugi’s weekly prompt : Unforgettable

Transient Fame!

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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!

Sadje’s WDYS #90

My Car and I…

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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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