Disquiet thoughts knock
the door to temptation lures
tangled emotions
agonizing dilemma
to stray or to steer away.
The Dilemma!
Tag: life
Blessed!
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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Random Musing – A Peek into the Future!
The rapid technological strides, paints bold strokes of change,
of the world that may be, in the times to come.
Flux of artificial living, incarcerates all things natural.
Emotions ossified by automated wiring of the heart
bereft of feelings, nonchalant cryptic conversations ensue,
measured capsules, replace warm home cooked food.
Thoughts of people audible through a scan,
robotic intelligence commands erudite brains,
human touch lynched by technology.
Man, lives on a programmed existence.
A century from now, way of life may be unfathomable!
The Homecoming…
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…
A – Autumn Leaves
A to Z Challenge 2022 – Nature and I
I am sure you all have been enamored by the beauty of the vibrant autumn leaves. The crisp ochre, bright crimson and the mellow yellow paint the landscape with captivating allure. Their colorful charisma beguiles the heart. Poets and artists unleash their creative repertoire, with impressive and befitting odes to autumn.
When everything is a picture of perfection, why do the autumn leaves fall from the trees, in absolute surrender? Deep rooted, with their vulnerability branching out, the leaves sway to their heart’s content, before gently cascading to the earthy bosom in an eternal slumber. They accept the law of the universe with non-resistance, for they believe in it with absolute faith.
Of late, a lot of questions are churning within me as to the greater purpose of life. I am in pursuit of finding the answers to at least a few of them, if not all.
Like the autumnal leaves, I need to unlearn my preconceived ideas and beliefs, to make space for newer and meaningful learnings of life. I need to let go, of all the emotional baggage and scarred feelings that I harbor in the deep crevices of my heart. I cannot fill my cup of learning, if it is filled up to the brim with hollow notions and superficial happiness.
“Sorrow prepares you for joy. It sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh green leaves can grow in their place.” Rumi
In every change from within, akin to each falling leaf, there is a pain that I let go, to make room for conducive growth of new tender green leaves of life.
The Unending Wait…
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!
The Flame!
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
Unmoored…
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.
Graceful Acceptance!
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!
The Diagnosis!
The diagnosis, screeched their busy schedules to a grinding halt,
causing a major upheaval, it cast a somber shadow of gloom.
Allaying their fears, they emerged from the shocking daze,
draped their pain with a tapestry of mental resilience.
Chucking their jobs, they filled their bucket list with wishes unlimited,
set out to live the handful of remaining life, fulfilling each of them.
They traveled far and wide, discovered new facets about each other,
laughed to their hearts content, indulged in childish pranks.
In a battle against time, they walked down the reminiscent boulevard,
energizing their grieving hearts with gracious gratitude.
Savoring every moment together, they lived life to the fullest,
creating beautiful memories, before death would do them apart.
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