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


I write to…

Writing, Write, Fountain Pen, Ink, Scribe, Handwriting

Dawn brings in rays of sunshine and hope, the gift of being alive,

I write to believe in the promise of a new day.

The horizon flirts with the hues, a scarlet splash, a lavender swirl, a deep amethyst,

I write to paint myself anew.

Life’s Failures, learnings are the best teachers,

I write to give wings to my dreams.

With the wandering breeze, across the boundaries,

I write to scatter my thoughts like the dandelion.

Reflect on the life gone by, relive the moments of nostalgia,

I write to walk down the memory lane.

The tempest in the mind wreaks havoc,

I write to rant my anger, frustrations and helplessness.

Buds unfurl delicate petals, a tender dew drop cascades gently,

I write to soak in their intoxicating beauty and scents.

Creamy silkiness, sensational textures, heavenly aromas,

I write to savor this sinful indulgence.

The treasures buried in the belly of the deep oceans, its stormy rage, tranquil demeanor,

I write to sail to the distant shores.

The melancholic din reverberates, the mind wallows in doubts, giving up seems to be an easy option,

I write to navigate the labyrinth of life’s challenges

Lost in the wilderness, trapped by fear of unknown,

I write to hide in the darkness of my shadow.

Dark velvety sky, with the glitterati of stars, sets a perfect stage,

I write to romanticize under the moonlight by the beach.

The emotional storm strikes without a warning, breaking the heart into a million shards,

I write to cleanse the papers with my tears.

The conversations in solitude, to experience the sound of silence,

I write to make my words speak.

The echoes of the divine chants and bells resonate,

I write to feel the vibrations of the cosmic energy.

To laugh my heart out, feel the petrichor, enjoy tiny delights,

I write to express my love, celebrate life and its blessings.

 I write to catharsis my soul…



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