Will we see a better tomorrow?

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Once upon a time,

the view from my window was utopian,

verdant promises swayed beyond the lake,

sanguine blossoms wafted scented felicity.

The flux of time flits by,

man’s indomitable spirit to progress

transforms the landscape with high-rises,

clouded by a myopic vision of future.

My spectacles are befogged by the virulent grey,

I put on the rose-tinted glasses, with a prayer

that his intelligence befriends wisdom

sparing the children of tomorrow, fumes of slow poison.

Sadje’s WDYS #118

The Drip Fiasco!

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Plop! plop! Incessant acoustics played on a loop,

disturbing me from my reverie.

The slow dribble dampened my poetic rapture in a dreamy paradise.

Cursing the abrupt end to my honeyed trance,

I got out of bed, to check on the sound.

A leaky faucet was the culprit, orchestrating a clamant drip.

My many attempts to tighten the tap seemed futile,

as it boasted of an obstinate temperament, refusing to relent.

Sighing,

I rummaged through the tool box to look for a spanner.

Still in a slumberous state and an agitated mood,

Blabbering, growling, snorting, prattling to myself,

 I foolishly unfastened the tap, in my haste to set it right.

And lo, torrents of water gushed out in a tempestuous roar,

exploding into the silent night, with rumbling ire.

Drenched in the powerful deluge, I quivered in a frenzy.

After many failed attempts, I managed to fix it back.

The livid tap gave out an angry gurgle, once again.

I beseeched it to stay calm, till I located a plumber the next morning,

 wading out of the pool of water, inundating the kitchen floor,

In utter helplessness!

 Laura from dVerse says,

Write a Sound Poem which includes AT LEAST ONE from EACH of the FIVE HEARING CATEGORY SELECTIONS below: (reference the hearing words you chose in your post).

  • bellow; clink; drone; jingle; quiver;
  • clamour; dissonant; rip-roaring; tempestuous; vociferous;
  • dulcet; honeyed; poetic; sonorous; tonal;
  • blabber; cackle; dribble; gurgle; seethe;
  • beseech; chant; drawl; embellish; intone.

Feel free to dip deeper into your chosen words by elaborating further from the Thesaurus with synonyms and antonyms

AND/OR

Simply write about the Thesaurus

Becoming…

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Contemplative solitude atop

the many mountains I scale,

 unravel humbling experiences.

Overcoming the challenges of the

jagged precipices of life

liberates my imprisoned mind.

The trepidations and apprehensions

of the arduous ascent, give way to

a symbiotic balance between the body and mind.

I acknowledge my growth from beneath to beyond,

 and appreciate the journey of “becoming”!

Sadje’s WDYS #117

The king of Street Food – Pani Puri*

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Deep fried crepes, all puffed up crisp,

with a fragile vulnerable layer on top.

A gentle tap of the finger on it,

pierces and prepares it to welcome

an amalgam of mashed potatoes, boiled chickpeas

drenched in a pool of minty tamarind water,

seasoned with an array of emotional spices.

In goes the loaded globule, into the salivating mouth

waiting in earnest, to experience zesty sensations.

The eclectic mix of spicy, acidic flavors seep in,

 the palate savors delectable ecstasy.

Appetence vanquishes control,

the relay of gorging on this gastronomical indulgence continues,

till it reaches a gustatory nirvana!

  • *Pani puri is a popular Indian street food. You can read more about it here.

Written for dVerse poetics : Food

The Unending Wait…

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Dusk paints the horizon with amethyst hues

 chirpy birds flock back to their nests.

In anticipation, I scamper to the fields

to peer across the setting sun,

drenched in impassioned hope

 to see my father’s silhouette walking back,

from the war.

 I dream of him all the time

 lifting me up, in his strong arms,

tickle my funny bone,

regale me with his stories of valor.

But like every other evening, I walk back alone,

distraught.

 I imprison my tears beneath the disguise of fortitude,

so that my defeated eyes never let them out.

People say I am the daughter of a brave soldier!

Sadje’s WDYS #116

The Flame!

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When tenebrous coverlet overwhelms life,

a tiny flame kindles a warm glow.

Twirling and dancing in a mystic trance,

its smile negates all darkness.

A minute flicker, spurs a susurration of hope,

burning yet giving,

radiating light to all who seek,

 a beacon to the lost soul.

Tweaked an old poem of mine for Sadje’s WDYS prompt #114

The Unseen Angel!

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The city reverberates a clamor

of chaos, despair and deceit.

It reeks with sins of ungrateful beings,

whose inexorable ways, rives through the heart.

My forlorn soul looks heavenward,

as it lulls itself to a teary slumber.

The chirrups of the birds, usher in dawn.

Radiant, yet tender rays brighten the eastern horizon

awakening the city from the coverlet of grey.

The faraway belfry, chimes across the firmament

unraveling the felicity, a new day brings.

I send out a prayer of gratitude, to the guardian angel,

unseen, yet whose wings of protective love, I feel

embracing my home, city and the world

from the diabolic fetters.

 I tether on to that faith, to help me

maneuver my way through the labyrinth,

to overcome each obstacle of life,

armored with his benevolent grace.

Sadje’s WDYS #112

Unmoored…

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An old sepia toned picture kindled wistful memories

of the bygone days.

 I was the diva of rhythmic prowess,

tiptoeing my way on to the stage.

Full of nimble balletic grace,

pirouetting with poise, to the musical cadence.

I was crowned the

Dancing Queen

to a thunderous applause.

Today, my passion for dance has drifted into oblivion,

as I strive to prove myself in the rat race.

It sadly rests in peace

buried under the busyness of life,

in a dark corner of my soul!

 Thank you Lillian for hosting Poetics at dVerse. This week’s prompt is to use one line from Dancing Queen , a composition by ABBA. I’ve used : Dancing Queen.

Abloom!

From the rain drenched mud

rises a tiny bud,

its dormant beauty, encased within layers of green.

Radiant rays caress, prod it gently,

dewy drops, sprinkle showers of misty scents.

With a slow yawn, it awakens from its dreamy slumber

as the sounds of dawn play in chorus.

It unfurls its white silky petals

soaks in, the hues of a pastel palette,

sways to the balmy breeze, a lilac blush,

diffusing its ethereal fragrance.

Abloom, what a cheerful splendor!

Inspired by the lovely blooms in my pot!

Graceful Acceptance!

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Now, at the fag end of life,

home alone, in an empty nest,

I wrestle with my waning memory, fogged under

receding hairline and furrowed brow.

Misplacing things, is a daily affair,

forgetfulness, my constant companion.

Simple tasks seem daunting,

what I did in a jiffy, now takes ages.

Today, the mirror reflects my withered shell,

but beneath it, I am still a beautiful soul.

As I glance back at the rear view mirror of life,

I have realized that, it is futile confronting the loss of youth.

In graceful acceptance of old age, with all its quirkiness,

lies the key to happiness!

Sadje’s WDYS #108

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