The lea watches with fear
her once verdant complexion,
loses sheen.
dark lines mar her with scars of grey
puffy eyes let out silent tears
moistening the dwindling flowers,
their fragrance buried within its bosom
masked by man’s atrocities
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Drawing concentric circles, with egoistic radius
Animosity brews under the illusion of happiness
Drifting relationship echoes a woeful reality
Caught in a hypnotic entrapment of life!
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,
Until
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.
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.
Abracadabra…
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!
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.
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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
today,
taste freedom after a long battle of holding on!
an organic trail
the primordial heartbeat
reconnect to roots
its time we pledge to restore
nature’s lost green tiara
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