Once upon a time,
the view from my window was utopian,
verdant promises swayed beyond the lake,
sanguine blossoms wafted scented felicity.
The flux of time flits by,
man’s indomitable spirit to progress
transforms the landscape with high-rises,
clouded by a myopic vision of future.
My spectacles are befogged by the virulent grey,
I put on the rose-tinted glasses, with a prayer
that his intelligence befriends wisdom
sparing the children of tomorrow, fumes of slow poison.
When tenebrous coverlet overwhelms life,
a tiny flame kindles a warm glow.
Twirling and dancing in a mystic trance,
its smile negates all darkness.
A minute flicker, spurs a susurration of hope,
burning yet giving,
radiating light to all who seek,
a beacon to the lost soul.
Tweaked an old poem of mine for Sadje’s WDYS prompt #114
The city reverberates a clamor
of chaos, despair and deceit.
It reeks with sins of ungrateful beings,
whose inexorable ways, rives through the heart.
My forlorn soul looks heavenward,
as it lulls itself to a teary slumber.
The chirrups of the birds, usher in dawn.
Radiant, yet tender rays brighten the eastern horizon
awakening the city from the coverlet of grey.
The faraway belfry, chimes across the firmament
unraveling the felicity, a new day brings.
I send out a prayer of gratitude, to the guardian angel,
unseen, yet whose wings of protective love, I feel
embracing my home, city and the world
from the diabolic fetters.
I tether on to that faith, to help me
maneuver my way through the labyrinth,
to overcome each obstacle of life,
armored with his benevolent grace.
Away from the realms of the mundane
I tread beyond the path untraveled
to be surprised by magnificence extraordinaire.
Kaleidoscopic splendor greets my weary eyes
clouds weave a lyrical tapestry around serrated peaks
the winds sing ballads through the willows.
Amidst the tranquil canvas of serenity
sitting in silent reflective solitude,
I hear, the heartbeat of mother earth!
Traumatized by the disaster,
painful emotions besieged my core.
Beeping monitors and tubes injected,
kept me confined within the dreary hospital walls.
Surrounded by strangers fussing over me
I scanned for a familiar face, yet found none.
Paranoia left me fearing my own shadow.
Fate dealt a cruel blow,
realization dawned, that the accident had stolen
my memory, identity and my life from me!
Swirls in turbulence
rhythm in cacophony
pattern in randomness
melody in disharmony
inspiration in conflict
perfection in divergence
art in a mess
connect in asunder
novelty in mundane,
If you pause and observe
there is beauty in chaos too!
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 tread along the cobbled path early one morn,
to be greeted by a deserted street, echoing a sinister laugh.
A once familiar place bustling with activities, today stands bare.
It was only yesterday, lively mirth resonated here.
Heavenly aromas wafted from the bakers,
children pranced around,
guffaws of zealous grey-haired men, relaxing over a mug of beer,
the buzz of animated chatter, filled the air.
Today, there isn’t a sound or soul,
but, only a deathly silence hangs.
Am I scuffling with a nightmare,
Or
did I actually walk into, the other dimension?
Each dawn brings with it a gift of a new day,
spectral rays paint the earthen canvas with vernal colors.
Seasonal changes alter the composition
yet, weaves a cohesive mural of the landscape,
singing a song of nature’s soul.
Today I walk down the memory lane
when your birth brought in unbridled joy.
Iridescent hues of your facet brightened my life.
Despite the differences, our bond matured with a homogenous spirit,
singing a song of enduring love.
Nature, whose visage keeps changing with time, showcases a different seasonal look. Yet from its soul, emanates the same essence of organic feel. Likewise, the relationship between a mother and daughter has streaks of emotional highlights. They may have their moments of ups and downs, yet they are bound together by a strong bond of love. Time may change their look and perspective, but in both cases, their soul sings the same song.
Sadje’s WDYS prompt #100
Seasonal transition follows nature’s rhythm.
Once full of supple verdurousness
today, I mirror a dull ochre expression.
Diluted veins sap my strength,
I am blown away by the gust of wind,
my withered soul drifts away from home.
I twirl to the rhythmic breeze, explore faraway places,
at times crushed beneath the hurried feet.
I hold no grudges.
Graceful surrender and acceptance, fills me with peace.
Nature’s lullabies cajole me to deep slumber
into mother earth’s welcoming bosom..
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