Love at first sight…

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My life wore a cloak of mundanity

over my inane wallflower mien,

until I saw you today.

As our eyes locked,

time stood still; the moment frozen.

You cast a magical spell on me,

a heady cocktail of emotions brewed within.

Your seraphic smile ignited a sensory euphoria,

undulating heartbeats drowned me in ineffable feelings.

I was drunk admiring your honeyed beauty,

as my life seemed to slip out of my control.

I must confess it was love at first sight,

or so I thought, until  

 I saw you walk into his open arms.

 Alas,

that was the end of my fleeting love story!

Sadje’s WDYS #140

Mind Games!

My mind is adept at playing games with me, follows no rules, and wields a power so strong,

  the darkness of its depth leaves me petrified, I writhe under its sting, the pain seems unbearable

sometimes it shrivels like a deflated balloon, but mostly it swells up in haughty pride

 it conjures up the wiliest thoughts, cementing it with resolute conviction and barricading it with an inflated ego.

I am blinded in a haze when it showers missiles of fear.

Wallowing in self-doubt, I feel like a hapless pawn under its clutches.

It is only when its sublime qualities come to fore, it rings in bells of happiness

  I love its mellowed persona, when I get to be Me, revelling in a euphoric bubble, afraid that it may burst anytime.

After long battle of trying to gain control over my mind,

I have realized, its mercurial temperament is fraught with multifarious layers.

Demons and angels both reside in there, only whom I feed, grows!

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #235

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.

Wanderlust Tales

Away from the mediocrity of life

the call of nature tugs my nomadic heart

to tread the lonely path, deep into the unblemished locales.

I escape from the ordinary,

letting the wings of freedom carry me into the wilderness.

Tall primeval trees stand on snow clad ground

whispering stories of silent loneliness.

In isolation of my sanctuary, feelings pour out,

the letters soak in the essence of nature’s hues

 thaw those emotions on to the paper.

 I script the trail of my journey, the wanderlust tales!

Sadje’s WDYS prompt

Reena’s Xploration Challenge prompt 221

No Vacancy!

Our love blossomed floral foliage,

 resplendent with vernal scents.

Animated hearts hummed sanguine tunes,

life reveled under a canopy of euphoria.

And then windmills of change rattled a strife,

a squall of distrust blew whorls of inky smoke

suffocating me in virulent fumes.

Fidelity eclipsed felicity,

my bruised heart bled red.

I patched up my wounded heart with a promise

 to let it remain vacant forever.

Sadje’s WDYS #123

Inseparable Duo!

Tom And Jerry, Cartoon, Kids, Sketch, Fun, Retro, Old
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Partners in crime, always at loggerheads

the inseparable duo, nibbling each other’s sanity,

the lazy hapless cat and the spry spunky mouse,

pulling up every trick under their sleeve,

the shenanigan makers, creating a riot,

Tom and Jerry regale us, with their clowning antics!

Written for dVerse. Today’s host, Mish, says: Add the word or form of the word, nibble to your poem of 44 words, not including the title

To Journey Within!

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In life there comes a time, when there is a paradigm shift

the bucket is the same, only the list undergoes an overhaul.

From the materialistic, the focus shifts to the spiritual,

 mind delves deeper, to find the meaning of life.

The soul wants to embark on a journey

 to explore the realm of the cosmic plane.

Before the expected time of final destination arrives,

first on the list, is to awaken from the deep slumber of existing

 in a rigmarole of societal pressure,

free oneself from the clutches of unending desires.

The goal now, is to travel inward,

listen to the silence, indulge in reflective conversations,

evolve to be an enlightened version of the self,

 bask in the glory of the infinite light, to finally

 experience the blessing and affluence of divine wealth.

Sadje’s WDYS #120

Painting Poetry!

Girl, Window, Beauty, Hands, Dreamy, Flashback, Thinks
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I sit by the window with a cup of coffee

 watching my thoughts meander.

In gay abandon, they drift like the wispy dandelions,

scattering fragments across the cascading beams of the morning rays,

across the wooded trail,

ruffling the russet autumn leaves into a gaily prance,

kissing the honeyed petals bright,

splashing around in the cool gurgling brook.

Infused with the scents of nature,

I collect my thoughts with tender love.

The white paper waits in anticipation

for the words from my quill

to paint a poetic portrait of verses.

dVerse open night link hosted by Linda.

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