Life’s pedal moves on waiting for none,
O brother, the only sepia toned picture of us, is a treasure I cherish.
It conjures so many memories full of mirth.
The happy feet scampering across the neighbourhood, on hot summer noon
our buffoonery, inviting the ire of the old café owner.
With laughter echoing through the streets,
those growing up years defined unlimited felicity,
miasmic bugle of war blew, bringing with it bloodshed
bombs bombarded destruction and mayhem.
My lachrymose deluge, drenched the rubble looking for you,
the throes of separation lacerating my soul.
After all these years, I still wait, in hope of your return…
Sadje’s WDYS #146
I sit on the logged bench, watching the alabaster cascades, make a monstrous sound on its fall,
before flowing gently on the moss rimed stones, charting its own course.
I take courage to let go of my tears, from the cliff of my cheek, unabashedly down to the bottom of my soul, releasing the burden of the emotional upheaval.
My briny tears, cleanse my soul of all the hurt.
A constant companion, my faithful dog, a sole witness to my purgation, wags his happiness to see me move on, to face the challenge with renewed vigor.
Sadje’s WDYS #142
With love as the locus of our relationship, let’s walk the talk, bridging the generation gap between us
converging on our divergent ideologies and identities, discarding the judgemental lens,
creating endearing stories of wizened wrinkles and vivacious spontaneity.
Let’s celebrate our differences, without any pretense, cementing it with a bond of acceptance,
sharing our joys, secrets, tears, resilience, translating moments to memories and lacing them with a twine of unconditional support for each other,
‘coz when the generations walk together hand in hand, the world radiates an ebullient spirit of harmony.
Sadje’s WDYS #141
Pages of a book flutter, in the tiny hands,
letting him peek into a world beyond imagination.
Piquing the tender mind’s curiosity,
books present a palatable platter for every age.
The kaleidoscopic web of enticing genre,
churn a potent alchemy of awe and learning,
captivating the reader, conjuring a riveting spell.
Their magical potion works like a charm,
kindling a happy lifelong friendship with books!
Sadje’s WDYS #139
Anchored to the harbor, by twines of anxiety
unknown shores overwhelm me.
Placid demeanor camouflages the conflict within me
Triumph lies beyond the tempest,
the spirit of accomplishment beckons me.
I just need to unmoor, set sail,
to break the spell of fear.
Wc: 44 words
Sadje’s WDYS #138
dVerse poet pub : Spell
Toxicity of relationships stifle me
tremors of raucous feelings erupt into an avalanche,
rustle the pages of thoughts,
scraping buried memories.
Torrents of unsaid words
trapped within the fortress of my heart flow.
Deluge of tears ink the blank paper
with whorls of pain.
Emotions that asphyxiated within
taste freedom after a long battle of holding on!
Sadje’s WDYS #136
an organic trail
the primordial heartbeat
reconnect to roots
its time we pledge to restore
nature’s lost green tiara
Sadje’s WDYS #135
A unique journey for each, as travelers of life.
whether we choose to crib about the withered pathway
or enjoy its fragrant delights, is a choice we make.
Sadje’s WDYS #127
Image credit; John Noonan @ Unsplash
Bewitched by the heady concoction of glamour, fame and money
the lure of filmdom attracts aspiring youngsters.
Sparkling glitterati wrap their aspirations with allure of the stars.
Masquerades, veil the predatory instincts of the powerful men
often, eclipse the rise of budding talent into oblivion,
their heart burdened by the remnants of crumpled promises and fractured dreams.
Sadje’s WDYS #126
Away from the mediocrity of life
the call of nature tugs my nomadic heart
to tread the lonely path, deep into the unblemished locales.
I escape from the ordinary,
letting the wings of freedom carry me into the wilderness.
Tall primeval trees stand on snow clad ground
whispering stories of silent loneliness.
In isolation of my sanctuary, feelings pour out,
the letters soak in the essence of nature’s hues
thaw those emotions on to the paper.
I script the trail of my journey, the wanderlust tales!
Sadje’s WDYS prompt
Reena’s Xploration Challenge prompt 221