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,
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
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