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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The mind travels without an agenda
awakening the memories of the past, from its slumber,
hijacking our today,
into the unknown fears of the future.
Oscillating between the two ends of the spectrum
our “now” sacrificed at the altar of this tussle.
The key is just a simple choice we make
from the millions of moments that weave our life
lease not, your present, to yesterdays and tomorrows
for they are tenants who only add heartaches and anxieties.
In this transient world, all that matters is “Now”,
for the living in the present is the best gift to self!
In response to Ronowan writes haiku # 217, using prompt words Poison & Past.
Jealousy consumes
poisoned words snap cordial bonds
friendship, history!
Recently I was watching a rerun of the Bollywood film “Dear Zindagi” on television. A beautiful movie where the protagonist is overwhelmed by an incident of her childhood, which reflects on her present life relationships. Her personal life seems to be in doldrums. A chance meeting with a Psychologist, helps her resolve her problems giving her the confidence to view life with a beautiful perspective. Definitely, a movie many can relate to, worth a watch!
There is one line in the movie which the therapist uses during one of the sessions. “Don’t let the past blackmail your present to ruin a beautiful future”. Such a profound statement, isn’t it?
Life can throw quite a few unpleasant challenges at us. Many, we shrug off, some teach us a lesson, while a few hurt us, blemishing our personality to a great extent. At times, we reel under its burden, unable to shrug it off. This manifestation definitely needs to be addressed and set right, else, it could eclipse our future too!
The indelible scar of the past
meanders in the mind’s crevices
whispers secret messages
forays uninvited into dreams
entraps the present
sings haunting lines in hushed tones,
emerges from obscurity
to cast a gloomy shadow
on the future.
Untangle the web of antiquity
steer life on course
before,
the hollow memories of yore
pushes the soul into
an abyss of no return!
In response to Ronovanwrites weekly haiku challenge #213 to use the prompt words TIME & MOVEMENT
Enchanted lovers
synergy of passion flows,
locked hearts, time stands still!
past acts impulsive
present lost in oblivion
worrisome future!
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The present fades through the eons
reopening the doors , thoughts drift in
embraced by reminiscent recollections
images linger before the eyes
echoes with the laughter of happy times
a fragrance of sublime warmth
impregnates the air
along with some
remnants of the dark days too
under the musty cobwebs of time
the mind meanders back into the alleys
clings on to those experiences
be it coated with a tinge of bitterness
or laced with wistful moments,
for everything that passes
leaves behind memories
unique and special to each one
intricately woven into timeless treasures!!
Days turn into nights,
months into years,
summer turns to winter,
today becomes yesterday,
the present becomes the past,
Finally “I am” becomes “I was”
Only a memory!
I sit with my cup of morning tea, contemplating life that passes by with each tick of the clock. At times a feeling of guilt creeps into me for not having spent it wisely. As I brood over it, the calendar flutters in the breeze. Those flying pages appear to be mocking at me as if holding some secret about my future. Trepidation grips me, over what lies ahead in life. The sweet chirping of the birds shake me out of my stupor. I realise that clinging on to the past or being anxious about the future has stopped me from enjoying my today. Smiling, I finish my tea, revelling in the sweet twitter of the neighbourhood birds!
Ink stains from the past
blur the picture of future
present holds the key!
In response to Colleens weekly poetry challenge # 35 – Past & Future
This is my first attempt at writing a Haibun!
Haibun is a prosimetric literary form originating in Japan, combining prose and haiku. The range of haibun is broad and frequently includes autobiography, diary, essay, prose poem, short story and travel journal.
Theme – ** Kaleidoscope of thoughts**
Wake up to the promise of dawn
a new day, a fresh start
yesterday is past
live not in its shadow
let go, of all bitter incidents
learn from the mistakes,
let it not control your today
bid farewell to it.
String up the beautiful moments
that yesterday presented to you
for it will define how you treat today.
Invest in today to make it better.
Only then, tomorrow you will have
a beautiful yesterday !
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