Unmoor!

Anchored to the harbor, by twines of anxiety

unknown shores overwhelm me.

Placid demeanor camouflages the conflict within me

Triumph lies beyond the tempest,

the spirit of accomplishment beckons me.

I just need to unmoor, set sail,

to break the spell of fear.

Wc: 44 words

Sadje’s WDYS #138

dVerse poet pub : Spell

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

Succumbed…

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Fingers intertwined; we etched our hearts together “forever” in the sands of time, only to be washed away by the tides of time,

the glowing embers of passion have died down to ashen grey

fiery exchange of words have replaced the romantic nights of cozy candle light conversations

once ardent lovers, today our bond lies fragmented

accusations seem to be a favorite pastime now,

the rift widens, with overtures of reconciliation negated

peace buried beneath the tirades of anger and deluge of tears

war is at the doorstep. What do you expect me to do?

our relationship is yet another casualty in the emotional battlefield.

Eugi’s weekly prompt : Lovers

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #219 : Use the sentence : War is at the doorstep. What do you expect me to do? in your post.

Sunshine Friends!

Their guffaw resonates across the neighborhood,

there is never a dull moment with them.

They eclipse shadows of gloom beneath their laughter,

leaving behind a trail of cheerful confetti.

Lacing up conversations with a sparkle of humor,

they are true bearers of the happiness contagion.

Some friends carry sunshine in their hearts,

lighting up the ambience, with their spirited mirth.

Oh! But such friends come in limited editions,

you are truly blessed, if you have one!

Sadje’s WDYS #119

The Stolen Identity!

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Traumatized by the disaster,

painful emotions besieged my core.

Beeping monitors and tubes injected,

kept me confined within the dreary hospital walls.

Surrounded by strangers fussing over me

I scanned for a familiar face, yet found none.

Paranoia left me fearing my own shadow.

Fate dealt a cruel blow,

realization dawned, that the accident had stolen

my memory, identity and my life from me!

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #208

Eugi’s weekly prompt : Shadows

Fettered Memories!


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Somewhere in the deep crevices of my heart

percolating through the filters of thoughts, are scars hiding.

Though inconspicuous, they linger on, haunting me.

At the slightest trigger,  they elicit painful ripples,

mutating into a tempestuous ordeal.

I know not, how to release the hurt,

which seems to have imprisoned itself within me.

I wish the rains would wash them clean

or they would flow away in a burst of lachrymose deluge.

Perhaps the intense heat of the sun would burn them down

or I could just delete them with the press of a button.

Alas, the venomous fangs of toxic memories concocts its poison,

as a sinister vortex of diabolic emotion sucks me into it,

entrapping my mind, in a self-created web of despondency,

 

Reena’s Xploration Challenge # 204 : Filter

 

Eugenia’s weekly prompt : Haunting

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

Lost Emotional Quotient!

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #165

Look closely at the pictures above. Choose one or more, and think what are they doing together. Will they remain entwined or go their own way? Was their act or intent good or evil? Could they do whatever they planned to do together, or fell apart?

I have chosen the 3rd picture – The human hand and that of a robot for this challenge.

Man, the most intelligent species,

created artificial intelligence,

stepping into innovative technological frontiers,

taking automation to dizzying heights.

Breathing in greyscale monotony,

he put  life into chromed metal bodies.

With a system of inputs, circuits and codes

programmed to perfection,

Robots, obeying his every command

be it compute, abort, destroy…

performing each task with finesse.

With its heart full of wires, bereft of feelings,

the vitals of emotional connect seems missing.

In today’s environment,

Is man becoming his own creation?

The Red Rose!

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Confined to home due to the lockdown, Samir had ample time at hand. Staying alone, Netflix had become his best friend.  

That night he watched a horror movie. Though a brave heart, this particular movie left him terrified. Cursing himself for watching it, he went to bed. The scenes from the film kept haunting him before he finally dozed off.

He saw a hooded faceless lady walk through the wall and give him a rose. There was something so sinister about her smile. Sweating profusely, he woke up with a start. Relieved that it was just his hallucination and a bad dream, he turned to go back to sleep.

And then, he saw it…

Paralysed with fear, he could hear his heart hammer against his chest. He tried to scream but his voice choked within.  A spine tingling sensation began to creep up as he began gasping for breath.

 For next to him on the bed lay a red rose…

Reena’s exploration Challenge # 155 : Horror

Sssh….Don’t Cry!!

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All of us have, at different point in time let the tears flow down. As children when we were hurt, denied a toy or a chocolate ….. as adults due to helplessness, frustration or being in pain caused by the action or words of a loved one. We have all succumbed to the emotional deluge.

“People cry, not because they are weak. It’s because they have been strong for too long” Johnny Depp

Crying is a natural way of letting off the pent up turmoil within one self. It is good to cry out the disappointment, pain, stress or anger. Unfortunately as kids and even adults for that matter, crying is viewed as a sign of weakness. We are always advised to control our emotions and be brave. One is shamed for being a sissy for letting the tears run, especially the boys. They are always reminded that boys unlike girls are strong and cannot cry.

When painful emotional energies are held within oneself, trapped in the fortress of our hearts, without an outlet, it often manifests as problems in other forms.

“I was removed from my high school basketball team. I locked myself in a room and cried” Micheal Jordon.

Crying is very essential for cleansing the soul and allowing peace and happiness to enter. It is unburdening the heavy emotional load off our heart. Tears are a natural mechanism to deal with overwhelming challenges that life throws at us at times. So just let them flow. They help us relieve pain and stress, improve our resolve to deal with the situation and help us connect with ourselves better.

“Sometimes a good cry can cure what a good laugh can’t!”

So what do you think? Is crying a strength or weakness?

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