Hibernation!

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Ideas tussle to come forth, jostling for my attention. But busyness keeps me on my toes to pay heed to them. Finally, when I do sit in front of the laptop, they turn frigid and decide to abandon me, in retaliation.  I mull on helplessly, as my thoughts suddenly seem to have gone into hibernation. I stare at the static page and it glares back at me with a mean coldness. My fingers go numb as I make a desperate attempt to type on the frozen keys.  With no choice, I wait for the inclement weather to pass, in hope that tomorrow’s sunshine will thaw the frosty barrenness from my mind’s creative corner.

mind’s sterile landscape

words drift to oblivion

a transient season

dverse Monday Haibun : Writer’s block

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Where am I?

 I tread along the cobbled path early one morn,

to be greeted by a deserted street, echoing a sinister laugh.

A once familiar place bustling with activities, today stands bare.

It was only yesterday, lively mirth resonated here.

Heavenly aromas wafted from the bakers,

children pranced around,

guffaws of zealous grey-haired men, relaxing over a mug of beer,

the buzz of animated chatter, filled the air.

Today, there isn’t a sound or soul,

but, only a deathly silence hangs.

Am I scuffling with a nightmare,

 Or

 did I actually walk into, the other dimension?

Sadje’s WDYS prompt #101

Haiku – Colors of Success!

Motley of dreams cupped

define spectrum of efforts

script my destiny

Reena’s exploration Challenge #200

Abstract of Memories!

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I walk down the nostalgic boulevard of memories.

As fading sunlight lingers across the horizon,

vintage sepia toned to vivid vibrancy,

my repertoire of reminisces,

paints a mélange of emotions.

Portrays an abstract of my life gone by

before waning under the dusky veil.

Quadrille #136 (44 words)

Written for dVerse. Today’s host Linda says: The word today is Linger or any form thereof.

The Essence…

Image credit; James Wheeler @ Unsplash

Each dawn brings with it a gift of a new day,

 spectral rays paint the earthen canvas with vernal colors.

Seasonal changes alter the composition

yet, weaves a cohesive mural of the landscape,

singing a song of nature’s soul.

Today I walk down the memory lane

when your birth brought in unbridled joy.

Iridescent hues of your facet brightened my life.

Despite the differences, our bond matured with a homogenous spirit,

singing a song of enduring love.

 Nature, whose visage keeps changing with time, showcases a different seasonal look. Yet from its soul, emanates the same essence of organic feel. Likewise, the relationship between a mother and daughter has streaks of emotional highlights. They may have their moments of ups and downs, yet they are bound together by a strong bond of love. Time may change their look and perspective, but in both cases, their soul sings the same song.

Sadje’s WDYS prompt #100

Random Musings – Bouquet!

Eugi’s weekly prompt : Bouquet

A journey from bud to blossom

and finally, to a wilted eternal slumber,

mirrors man’s story on this planet.

Whether we choose to lament about the prickly thorns

Or admire the fragrant beauty of the blooms,

The choice is ours.

After all, Life is a bouquet of experiences!

At Peace!

The warm breeze carries moist salinity of the endless sea,

the hues of the receding sun begins its final dance across the horizon,

choreographing each movement with graceful swirls.

As dusk ambles across the skyline with a sublime gait

leaving a trail of scarlet dreams,

I sit by the shore watching this celestial spectacle unfold.

Just as the broody clouds pale against its luminous crimson glow

my stress from the chaotic day releases,

bringing an untold sense of calm to my weary mind.

Sadje’s WDYS #99

Lovestory!

My lonely heart flying solo in the blue yonder

felt the expansive emptiness engulf me

my lingering sighs, shushed by the gusty breeze.

Until,

 I saw you fly by me, my heart skipped a beat

your ambrosial beauty painted a portrait of love

beneath the panoramic sky, the winds now whispered romantic poetry.

Wooing you in all earnest, I set about

scripting a love story filled with alluring dreams.

Today,

Two love birds,

pecking in rapturous delight

perched high up, sing songs of glee.

Afterall,

 it was love at first flight!

Sadje’s WDYS # 98