Emotional Emancipation!

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Toxicity of relationships stifle me

tremors of raucous feelings erupt into an avalanche,

rustle the pages of thoughts,

scraping buried memories.

Torrents of unsaid words

trapped within the fortress of my heart flow.

Deluge of tears ink the blank paper

with whorls of pain.

Emotions that asphyxiated within

today,

taste freedom after a long battle of holding on!

Sadje’s WDYS #136

Scarlet Rage!

Alexas fotos@pixaby.com

Every summer, the mercury rises a couple of notches higher. Life on the planet sizzles under its sweltering heat. The sun shines on with gusto, exhaling a blazing inferno. By evening, the crimson golden lava from its scorching gaze, intertwines with the blue horizon, blanketing it under a fiery glare. It bleeds red hot ire.

hot summer evening

splash of feral livid trail

a marmalade sky

dVerse poets – Summer Haibun

Eugenias weekly prompt : intertwined

The Homecoming…

Borgward Hansa, Isolated, Oldtimer, Scrap Car, Scrap
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The rusty hinges of the door creak a melancholia of emptiness

abandoned, a veiled gossamer of neglect envelopes it.

Ambivalent emotions embrace me in nostalgia,

I close my eyes, inhale the smattering scents of yesteryears

fragments of my childhood, resplendent with love and laughter fill me.

Fun filled times with playmates in the cart

wheel across the courtyard, echoing merriment,  

driving through the narrow alleys, the many outings in the old car were so cherished

the ambrosial culinary delights from mom’s kitchen permeated my senses.

Itinerant lifestyle, kept me away for good,

night, seemed too dark for the family in waiting.

The once familiar surroundings, today seem distant

walls of my home, do not recognize me anymore.

The people have all gone, only memories linger on

Eugi’s weekly prompt : Smattering

dVerse poets

Who Am I?

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Who am I?

Am I the name my parents gave me?

Am I defined by the role of my relationships?

Am I the face that the mirror reflects?

Beneath the clamour of thoughts that plague my mind,

between the tangle of emotions, that blanket my heart

seeking external validation of the judgemental eyes,

I look to find myself.

I delve into the depths within, on a journey of self-discovery

my eyes scan for that elusive answer, which plays in the shadows.

I live on, trying to find my true identity.

Until then, I shall ruminate on, who am I?

Sadjes WDYS #134

The Game I never learnt…

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Burden of regrets, scars of the past, become too heavy to carry,

beset by winds of uncertainties of future, peace drifts away.

I oscillate between these two spectrums, oblivious of today.

A helpless pawn, I am lost in the labyrinth

trying to circumvent the rotating orb.

Life continues to teach me to play

the game of yesterday, today and tomorrow.

I lose track of time, trying to understand its rules.

By the time I realise its simplicity,

 greys and wrinkles paint me frail.

The game ends, without me enjoying it!

Britta asked us to write a poem on the theme of Time.

6th Blogiversary!

Ideating thoughts

caravan of words joins hands

births radhikas blog

And today that blog celebrates its 6th anniversary. On this day 6 years ago, the search for an outlet to amalgamate my reflections and expressions, culminated in the birthing of radhikasreflection.

A surge of happiness runs through me when I look back at this journey. A journey that has taught me so much. Reading exceptional work of bloggers from across the world, learning different styles of poetry, attempting challenges hosted, trying a hand at fiction writing, articulating my thoughts on topics close to my heart, making new friends here, publishing my maiden book of poetry, and across different anthologies and poetry portals, I am absolutely thrilled to see my curve of learning go up.

Truly in gratitude, for all the likes, comments and feedback I have received during this time. Thank you to all my followers and readers from across the globe. Feels so wonderful to have a global connect. Looking forward to your continued love and support.

A Happy Mother’s Day to all the lovely moms here.

Best wishes. Stay blessed ❤ !

Reflections – A to Z Challenge 2022!

Nature and I

I have always been in awe of nature and her multifaceted persona. To me she is an epitome of flawless beauty. Through eons, nature has buried untold emotions within her soul, yet she continues to bless and heal.

The theme of Nature and I, for this year’s challenge, was a reflection of my growth under her benign gaze. Starting from the basics of breathing right, to allowing her light to guide me to be mindful, help me introspect and enjoy the sounds of silence, teaching me the art of letting go, reminding me to pause and just be, being ok with accepting my imperfections, I felt a deep paradigm shift. The balance and connect with nature, has enriched the quality of my life.

On this challenge, I was delighted to have found many like-minded people, who shared a similar sentiment. They accompanied with me on this enlightening journey and I’m so grateful to them for their company and the inputs they shared.

I was also privileged to read a rich array of work here. From musings, to technology driven content, fiction, parenting gyan, poetry…I was impressed by the ingenious styles, research and literary verses that flowed here. Extremely happy, that I have added more friends from the community to radhikasreflections.

Completing the challenge, gave me a supreme sense of satisfaction. I would also like to congratulate my fellow bloggers for doing so, with aplomb.

Hope the fragrance of my gratitude reaches your heart!

You can read all my posts of A to Z Challenge here.

That Evening…

Finally, she said Yes!! My joy knew no bounds. We were going on a date that night, to celebrate this happy day. The soft romantic number playing on the radio, complemented my rapturous mood perfectly.

I took care to dress well. Looking at the mirror, I chuckled. “Hmm, not bad” I said to myself. I splashed some extra cologne and was all set for our celebratory dinner. Looking at the watch, I reminded myself not to be late. She would be here any moment.

As I was coming down the stairs, the sound of the gunshot pierced into the stillness of the evening. I saw her body collapse onto the floor by the front door. A dark figure, furtively darted into the fading dusk outside. I sat there numbed with shock, too dazed to move.

 “Cut!”, called the Director. Good shot Morgan! Let’s pack up for the day.

Sadje’s WDYS #132

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