Blessed!

My wrinkles hold many memories tucked between their folds,

to be buried with me.

Today, I look into the mirror,

 proud of each scar I carry, each joy I experienced.

As the moonlight casts its lambent glow,

I smile, celebrating my journey of life.

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dVerse qaurdrille #155 : celebrate

Catharsis!

I sit on the logged bench, watching the alabaster cascades, make a monstrous sound on its fall,

before flowing gently on the moss rimed stones, charting its own course.

I take courage to let go of my tears, from the cliff of my cheek, unabashedly down to the bottom of my soul, releasing the burden of the emotional upheaval.

My briny tears, cleanse my soul of all the hurt.

A constant companion, my faithful dog, a sole witness to my purgation, wags his happiness to see me move on, to face the challenge with renewed vigor.

Sadje’s WDYS #142

Let’s walk together…

Image credit; Andrea Piacquad @ Pexels

With love as the locus of our relationship, let’s walk the talk, bridging the generation gap between us

converging on our divergent ideologies and identities, discarding the judgemental lens,

creating endearing stories of wizened wrinkles and vivacious spontaneity.

Let’s celebrate our differences, without any pretense, cementing it with a bond of acceptance,

sharing our joys, secrets, tears, resilience, translating moments to memories and lacing them with a twine of unconditional support for each other,

‘coz when the generations walk together hand in hand, the world radiates an ebullient spirit of harmony.

Sadje’s WDYS #141

Random Musing – A Peek into the Future!

Anna Loenenko@unsplash

The rapid technological strides, paints bold strokes of change,

of the world that may be, in the times to come.

Flux of artificial living, incarcerates all things natural.

Emotions ossified by automated wiring of the heart

 bereft of feelings, nonchalant cryptic conversations ensue,

measured capsules, replace warm home cooked food.

Thoughts of people audible through a scan,

robotic intelligence commands erudite brains,

human touch lynched by technology.

Man, lives on a programmed existence.

A century from now, way of life may be unfathomable!

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