The Unending Wait…

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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!

Sadje’s WDYS #116

In Hope…

Entrenched in a veil of misunderstanding,

our relationship treads on a path of frailty.

Tremors of raucous feelings erupt

whorls of pain rives my soul.

I hold on to the scraps of buried memories

imprisoning the unsaid words, within the fortress of my heart.

I tether firmly to the cord holding us together,

 hoping one day,

 the clamor of the incredulous mind clears.

Petals of integrity unfurls its magic

to rekindle the lost affinity, with a blossom of love!

Reena’s xploration challenge #192

Eugi’s weekly prompt : petals

Transient Fame!

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Ruling the glamour industry

much sought after face

sashaying across the ramp

basking in all the adulation

stardom felt eternal.

Spotlight shifts focus

today, my face  is a mere poster on the wall with graffiti.

Forgotten, as tides of time change.

I try to chase the elusive limelight,

only to realize,

fame is like a sparkler

burning till the light fades

transient!

Sadje’s WDYS #90

Leap of Faith!

The corporate world beckoned me with propitious propositions

with a cache of dreams, wrapped with sincere efforts

I embarked on the journey in earnest pursuit,

the promise of a bright future, calling out loud.

With time, the grooves of stress deepened

harried life style became a way of life

 work life balance, was on a precarious edge

frustrated sighs detonated to anguished screams.

Reflecting on the aftermath of an emotional detritus

I collected the scattered fragments of myself.

Infused with a renewed vigor to start afresh,

I tread on the road less traveled, with a leap of faith!

Sadje’s WDYS #86

Divine Catharsis

Here is a collaborative effort with a fellow blogger, Amber from DiosRaw. It was truly an amazing and enriching experience, working on this collaboration together. Hope you enjoy and feel our words, bringing out the ecstasy of divinity with nature.

ic: Mo Barton

Spanning horizons, arched across skies in a spectrum of hues lit up by sun beams, magical ephemeral chalked translucent blue skies, a covenant of love after floods.

The iridescent colors greet the prismatic beauty of dawn with a sublime embrace, the halcyon zephyr sprinkles glossy dew drops of verdure reflection.

The cosmic intelligence chiselled a raindrop murmuring melodic drips with a stem cradling a satin leaf, clasping gems to reveal something of itself betwixt an atmosphere of solace.

Whispering arcane secrets of the night, the pearly crystal beads pirouette, kissing the tender buds, gently cascade into the bosom of infinity.

Raging, crashing torrents by the technicolour sphere, bubbling, foaming, gushing down into the ravine, spurting upwards, spraying aqua flickered into air; turning to tears melting and trickling down soaked cheeks of drowning waterfalls.

In solitude, amidst the confluence of the boundless benevolence of the realms of eternity, the sacred sacrament of nature, the embryonic soul experiences a divine catharsis.

When Lines & Angles meet…

The scientific intellect looks at precision

creative mind perceives art

amalgam of concrete and abstract

conceptualises a strong foundation

of parallels and perpendiculars.

Angles and planes work in tandem

with radius, degrees and arches.

Measured definitude of intersecting lines

formulate symmetric congruence.

Scalar dimensions constructed

permutations and combinations decoded

functionality and aesthetics merge

to conceive and design

an architectural marvel!

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #157

The Paranormal Guest!

In response to Eugenia’s BrewNSpew Cafe prompt : Supernatural

Ghost, Halloween, Horror, Bride, White, Death
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Clad in a shadowed white

she walked through the closed door

for a midnight sojourn.

Her eerie silence echoed

jolting me abruptly from my slumber.

Sweat trickled down my brow

awakening me to a chilling fear

weird shrills pierced  the dark hollow of the night

the nocturnal silhouette gifted me a red rose

numbing my senses in a haunting web.

The next morning,

I rubbished the incident

as a nightmarish hallucination,

but as I turned over

there lay a red rose next to me!

 

 

 

 

 

Song of Nature!

 

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Verdant patches of lush foliage greet me,

on a drive across the countryside

the landscape adorns itself

in boundless hues of green

the once dusty wilted stems

paled under the scorching heat

now comes alive.

Soaked and satiated,

the trees swing in gay abandon.

The showers from heavenly skies

grace the earth with magic, as

the rains sing a pleasant melody

called the song of nature!

 

 

 

Song of Nature!

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Verdant patches of lush foliage greet me,

on a drive across the countryside

the landscape adorns itself

in boundless hues of green

the once dusty wilted stems

paled under the scorching heat

now comes alive.

Soaked and satiated,

the trees swing in gay abandon.

The showers from heavenly skies

grace the earth with magic, as

the rains sing a pleasant melody

called the song of nature!

 

 

Poetic Language!

Book Opened on Top of White Table Beside Closed Red Book and Round Blue Foliage Ceramic Cup on Top of Saucer
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In response to V. J’s weekly challenge # 56,  Language.

Everyday musings

a cauldron of thoughts

amalgam of ideas

melange of narratives

rants and ramblings

reflections of the introspective self

ire of a muted soul

lyrical rhymes

inks of serenity

scribbles of the vagabond

dialogues from the dark

potpourri of emotions

questioning quill

a medley of celebrations.

The poetic moods drape the words

intense, subtle or lucid,

in a myriad hues

Aha,

I love the language that poetry speaks!

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