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

Photography – Seen Better Days!

Lens Artist photo challenge # 168

This week’s host Tina invites you in exploring places and things that have seen better days!

Vagaries of time

tale of withering beauty

skeletal whispers

Back then, I am sure this typewriter typed at lightning speed, bringing out emotions on paper!

What a beauty she must have been in her hey days!

The green elixir today dies a slow death at the hands of man!
Ah, it must have dressed many a beautiful ladies back in time!
The primeval soul of the ruins, today holds many a secret within them!

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

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.

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

Say Cheese!

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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “more than a hundred.” Write your post inspired by something you have more than a hundred of in your home right now. 

The moment I read this prompt challenge, my mind immediately thought of the photographs at home that fill the albums and adorn frames on the wall. I love clicking moments of today which make beautiful memories tomorrow. Of course, with the advent of digital technology, now my laptop is filled with them.

As I browse the old pictures, each picture enlivens a story of emotional delight. I harvest a bounty of nostalgia. The vintage sepia toned, the black and white or the glossy coloured ones bridge the present to the past. Sauntering on that bridge infuses the air with the fragrance of yesterday. The heart revels seeing the pictures unfold a saga of events that life witnessed. It is a wonderful way to bond with the family, reminiscing good old times, sharing some laughter and tears, teasing and ranting, setbacks and celebrations.

I love the company of photographs, for it captures moments to etch it in the heart for eternity.

Blur of life captured

 tapestry of memories

eternal imprints

Daily Investment Plan!

Pocket Watch, Time Of, Sand, Map Of The World, Time

Remember to make today beautiful

invest in it, moments of happiness

for ,tomorrow it becomes yesterday

a series of good investment in “Now”

yields a bounty of rich returns

filled with wistful nostalgia,

culminates in  a life well lived!

 

In response to V. J’s weekly challenge#93 : Remember

Sharing the link to my book, to beat the lock down blues 🙂

Muted Voices!

In response to Kat’s twittering tale # 130, to write a tale on the pic prompt in 280 letters or less.

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When Adi introduced his best friend Jai to his bride Uma, they froze.

Recalling their chance meeting on a train journey where their eyes and heart embraced but  their words remained shy and muted. If only they gave their emotions a voice then, today would be a different story.

Letter count : 280

 

Memories Unplugged!

In response to Isciblr’s Freedom of Expression Challenge : MEMORIES

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Fond recollections envelope,

casts an enchanting spell,

fragrance of happy times waft

from the carefree childhood days.

Tender feet scampering

behind the meandering butterflies

revelling in the cuckoo’s melody

idyllic afternoons lazing in the orchards

echoes of the never ending banter

playful dreams of the little minds

partners in crime, in the naughty pranks

tricks and treats, bruised knees,

messy shirts privy to the artistic strokes

books and games being the best buddies

secret whispers in hushed tones

the sob stories and the impish grin

a collage of trinkets secretly stashed,

happiness was never scarce as

tiny delights ruled the roost.

Today,

as I walk down those lanes,

the beautiful scattered flowers

infuse a scent of reminiscence

of memories unplugged

filled with wistful nostalgia.

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