The Homecoming…

Borgward Hansa, Isolated, Oldtimer, Scrap Car, Scrap
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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

Eugi’s weekly prompt : Smattering

dVerse poets

The Diagnosis!

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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.

Sadje’s WDYS prompt

Fettered Memories!


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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

Abstract of Memories!

silhouette of woman during sunset
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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 Partner in Crime!

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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

Driving Me Crazy!

Woman, Crying, Drawing, Tears, Sadness, Loneliness
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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

Eugi’s weekly prompt : Unforgettable

Let’s Make Memories!

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

And Forever…

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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?

V. J’s weekly challenge # 125 : Heart warming

Free!

Shweta’s 6 word story : Free. Put together a few tales. Hope you like them.

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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.

Reunion!

Tuesday 20 word story prompt: Rejuvenation

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Celebrating the silver jubilee reunion, sitting in their classrooms, indulging in nostalgic memories, a spirit of euphoric rejuvenation enveloped them.

WC:20

What rejuvenates you? Do share! Have a lovely Sunday!!

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