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Eyes behold prismatic dreams
giggling through innocent childhood laughter
unadulterated!
Until, the sentinels of society
clip the creative artistry
tainting her beautiful life’s canvas
with strokes of insipid hues.
Dawn enters the threshold of the ebony sky,
nature’s nimble quill, pens scarlet verses across the yonder,
broody clouds pale under the dazzle of the sun.
As the empyrean canvas welcomes a new day, singing a lyrical ballad,
I surrender my pain to celestial heavens, bask under its benevolent grace.
The reflective solitude of the morn, envelopes me with abundant peace.
Life’s pedal moves on waiting for none,
O brother, the only sepia toned picture of us, is a treasure I cherish.
It conjures so many memories full of mirth.
The happy feet scampering across the neighbourhood, on hot summer noon
our buffoonery, inviting the ire of the old café owner.
With laughter echoing through the streets,
those growing up years defined unlimited felicity,
Until
miasmic bugle of war blew, bringing with it bloodshed
bombs bombarded destruction and mayhem.
My lachrymose deluge, drenched the rubble looking for you,
the throes of separation lacerating my soul.
After all these years, I still wait, in hope of your return…
Sadje’s WDYS #146
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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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.
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!
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!
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…
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?
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.
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