Anchored to the harbor, by twines of anxiety
unknown shores overwhelm me.
Placid demeanor camouflages the conflict within me
Triumph lies beyond the tempest,
the spirit of accomplishment beckons me.
I just need to unmoor, set sail,
to break the spell of fear.
Wc: 44 words
Toxicity of relationships stifle me
tremors of raucous feelings erupt into an avalanche,
rustle the pages of thoughts,
scraping buried memories.
Torrents of unsaid words
trapped within the fortress of my heart flow.
Deluge of tears ink the blank paper
with whorls of pain.
Emotions that asphyxiated within
today,
taste freedom after a long battle of holding on!
A to Z Challenge – Nature and I
When life gets too overwhelming, just look up at the night sky and lose yourself for a while. – Deborah A Ten Brink
The torrents of emotions created a tempest within me.
I escaped home, to the sea, my refuge
The darkness of the impenetrable sky
the roar of the undulating waves, mirrored my perturbed mind.
With not a soul around, just me
I let the floodgates of incessant tears flow, merging into the salty waters.
The scintillating pregnant moon, appeared from behind the broody clouds,
she looked down at me with a loving smile.
Captivated by her warmth, I felt my tears dry.
Her benign radiance comforted my emotional ripples.
The dazzle of the luminous stars illuminated my heart,
serenading it, to complement the gleaming waters.
I sat there mesmerized beneath the surface of the night
feeling my pain being washed away until,
the promise of a new dawn embraced me, filling me with light!
You can read my earlier posts in the challenge here.
Fingers intertwined; we etched our hearts together “forever” in the sands of time, only to be washed away by the tides of time,
the glowing embers of passion have died down to ashen grey
fiery exchange of words have replaced the romantic nights of cozy candle light conversations
once ardent lovers, today our bond lies fragmented
accusations seem to be a favorite pastime now,
the rift widens, with overtures of reconciliation negated
peace buried beneath the tirades of anger and deluge of tears
war is at the doorstep. What do you expect me to do?
our relationship is yet another casualty in the emotional battlefield.
Reena’s Xploration Challenge #219 : Use the sentence : War is at the doorstep. What do you expect me to do? in your post.
Traumatized by the disaster,
painful emotions besieged my core.
Beeping monitors and tubes injected,
kept me confined within the dreary hospital walls.
Surrounded by strangers fussing over me
I scanned for a familiar face, yet found none.
Paranoia left me fearing my own shadow.
Fate dealt a cruel blow,
realization dawned, that the accident had stolen
my memory, identity and my life from me!
I walk down the nostalgic boulevard of memories.
As fading sunlight lingers across the horizon,
vintage sepia toned to vivid vibrancy,
my repertoire of reminisces,
paints a mélange of emotions.
Portrays an abstract of my life gone by
before waning under the dusky veil.
Quadrille #136 (44 words)
Written for dVerse. Today’s host Linda says: The word today is Linger or any form thereof.
My lonely heart flying solo in the blue yonder
felt the expansive emptiness engulf me
my lingering sighs, shushed by the gusty breeze.
Until,
I saw you fly by me, my heart skipped a beat
your ambrosial beauty painted a portrait of love
beneath the panoramic sky, the winds now whispered romantic poetry.
Wooing you in all earnest, I set about
scripting a love story filled with alluring dreams.
Today,
Two love birds,
pecking in rapturous delight
perched high up, sing songs of glee.
Afterall,
it was love at first flight!
Sadje’s WDYS # 98
Happy to share with you all that my poem Fragile Vulnerability is published on the Indian Periodical. You can read the poem here.
Looking forward to your feedback. Have a great week ahead!!
The sea of people swarming
seem oblivious to my feelings
which swell, inundating my soul.
The tussle continues unabated
my thoughts scream yet,
the deaf ears do not heed
each one, engrossed in their bubble.
My mind plays diabolic games,
I wallow in guilt and self pity.
The unsaid words are imprisoned
within the walls of despondency
refusing to let the ray of light enter
before spiraling into an emotional abyss.
A slice of love,
blanket of gloom,
swirl of ecstasy,
fusillade of anger,
echo of laughter,
whiff of freshness,
pain of heartbreak,
onus of responsibility,
pleasure of passion,
tinge of envy,
grace of maturity,
tussle of thoughts,
turmoil of decisions,
rut of the mundane,
voice of truth,
veil of deceit,
thrill of adrenaline,
silence of solitude.
As my quill dips into inks
from the palette of life,
emotion of thoughts,
beauty of words synthesize,
in perfect harmony,
poetry takes its first breath!
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