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.
44 words
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…
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.
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
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.
Wallowing in a muddy puddle
naked feet jump in gay abandon
squishy, squashy soggy mess,
happy souls prance together
the tiny tail wags in delight
to the sweet sounds of giggles.
My pup, my perfect partner in crime.
Stealthily we enter home,
staining the carpeted floor with tiny footprints of brown.
The silence of the evening shattered
by mom’s scream of disgust,
watching us plastered in an earthy pack,
she fires her volley of angry outbursts.
We stand in mute innocence
my pup, my perfect partner in crime!
Dakshali’s picture prompt plate #3
The trauma which I had buried deep
mistaking it to be dead,
sadly lay unforgotten, in a slumber
tucked away in a remote corner of my heart.
Shadows eclipsed under the blanket of time emerge,
as ghosts of the past, start to haunt my present.
Wispy fringes of pain gather momentum
inundates my mind with a broody melancholy.
A sense of estrangement overwhelms my being,
conflicting dissonance envelopes my psyche.
Dismantling my marquee of balance,
it holds my sanity to ransom,
driving me to the brink of insanity!
Reena’s exploration challenge #190 : Insanity
Let me revel in the joy of holding you in my arms
capture that priceless euphoria in my heart.
Let me bask in admiring your innocent beauty
feeding and burping you, taking you out on a stroll,
serenading in your gurgles and toothless grins.
Let your unbridled laughter reverberate loud.
I promise to be patient, tolerating your naughty pranks
maybe, a small reprimand for a wrong you do.
I’ll be by your side when tears flow down,
tending to your bruised knees and scraped elbows.
Grow up to a life of endless possibilities.
Paint your world with colors of curiosity and imagination,
catch butterflies, climb mountains and enjoy picnics.
Together, we’ll explore the fairy tales and fantasy world.
You my little darling, are the best gift to me.
So, lets weave together beautiful memories of your childhood,
before you flap your wings and soar high into the skies.
Sadje’s WDYS #87
A first dreamy date, basked in the
warmth of sunshine romance,
comes alive with the glint of scented vanilla,
that wafts with the fragrant scarlet red asters.
Drenched in crimson tides of passion
timeless whispers pen love sonnets
heart-warming gestures, moor their soul
like wine, their bond matures with age.
Today the old radio plays a nostalgic song,
silver strands define the receding hairline,
toothless smiles brighten the twilight years
wrinkled hands tether to old pictures,
visit the boulevard of sepia toned memories.
Joyful reminiscence of the bygone seasons
unwinds a spool of snapshots
scripting their saga of eternal love.
Sadje’s prompt WDYS #60 : How does the above pic inspire you?
Shweta’s 6 word story : Free. Put together a few tales. Hope you like them.
Hooked to phone – free time vanishes!
Breakup did not free the memories.
Divorce, freed her from abusive relationship.
Her free verses captured many hearts.
Tiny joys of life – Absolutely free!
Break free, from stereotype societal molds.
Free of thoughts, she experienced bliss.
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