The Sunday Muse # 191
Fearful, doubtful
Through and through
An outcast.
Skin permeates
In deep oceans
As a pariah out on a prowl.
People are objects
Detested and tested
In tiny cells of curtains.
How ugly can one become
Within the chains of closed doors.
A catastrophe dances
Inside and outside
Isn't that how it has been
for the past few years?
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Timed and cursed
Carries the debts of needs.
Shivering existence
Wails in winters
Searching warmth
In invisible arms.
The Sunday Muse #189
a moment to self
closed within the subconscious
silent communion
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The Sunday Muse #187
A dark shadow breathes,
In the empty spaces
The rusted mind moves in circular motion
Chasing truth in bits and pieces.
Reality is just a lie!.
There are those wandering hours
Enveloped in darkness
Into the unknown world,
A world filled with illusions
Spiralling in a hallucinating blackhole.
People are just an existence!
The eyes only meet
Shapeless entrances and entities
Conversation within the empty walls
Echoes in silent resonance.
No key can open these shadowless doors!
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(Dementia- when a dear one goes through this phase, you are left with a helpless feeling)
The Sunday Muse #186
Love,
a natural disaster
cannot be controlled or contained
masquerading
the passions of self-love.
Eyes.
windows to the soul
can play games
if one is not careful.
Mirage,
what we see and feel
short and sharp
bits of universes
lodged in the distorted psyche!
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The Sunday Muse #185
The Sunday Muse #184
A shimmering
Slice of hope
We pray for
In the tempest
Called life.
Just a flickering
And every worry
Gets uncluttered.
What a powerful
Source of inspiration !
Among the milieu
How the mind works
Only the one who
Tastes fear knows.
There are many
Silent warriors
Who beat fear
Just to prove
Nothing last long.
Either you accept life
Is just sand passing
Through the fingers
Or let time frame
The path of destiny.
The Sunday Muse #182
The shades ,
Tinged with
Many greys are
Carved in the psyche
Inked in darkness
And a bit of righteousness
A pandemic
Shuttles inbetween them
Harvesting thoughts
Deeped in ivy blue.
The shades,
Are capable of
Pushing over the cliff
In phases,
Sometimes they
Rain rainbows
To balance the moods.
The Sunday Muse #181
Many times
Life gets pawned
In those unseen
Vulnerable moments.
It is never perfect
Sudden deadend
Crinkle the spirit
And the decisions
Pave the path to
Undeniable consequences.
How can one deny
And not accept
The unpredictable choices?
Day-1 OctPoWriMo-2021
The shores
On the other side of the mountains
Echoes in my dreams
A burst of nostalgia
Swirls on a rainbow
A dreamland of my childhood
Beacon of lullabies and memories
Strings on the heart and sing
I wish to fly over those verdant vales
And feel my soul set free.
The Sunday Muse #180
mystical vision
windows of deep illusion
narcissism thy name.
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The Sunday Muse #179
How you store memories within the walls of
Brick and mortar?
How come sepia shaded shadows bring images of a dancing past
A happy childhood and echoes of laughter?
The magic word is...nostalgia!
So many floating memories
Lurks in invisible shapes
In every nook and corner.
Wants, desires, trust and beliefs
Carefree childhood, bubbling lives
A peal of birth, a cry of death
Everything amalgamated
In the fires of existence.
Once, seasons of warmth and experiences
Trudged through the whispering boughs
Now, there are silent wails
As the birds encroach the space
Where once emotional bonds survived.
Autumn not only breathes in the hearts of a past
It even touches the soul of a bricked wall.
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The Sunday Muse: #178
The Sunday Muse#177
Walking on a tight rope
A generation moved on
Learning and unlearning
An array of experiences.
There were times
When the skin felt alive
Hooked on a string
Like counting hours.
Now, a twist felt
Not only in bones
But also in every breathe
As one strings the
Shades of salt and pepper.
Still, there is joy
Flowing in the veins
With a slight wobble here
And a deep whisper there
Stands strong, a diehard believer
On unsteady hands.
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The Sunday Muse #176
Thirty six years have passed
When I crossed those
Verdant mountains
From one coast to another.
Winding through those highways
Many serpentine images flash
Peppered with spurted breakdowns,
Sprinkled with some sweet and sour moments,
Many happy memories, and lots of water under the bridge.
A lifetime of nostalgia wrapped deep in the heart.
Once in a while I rummage through those pages
To find myself, remembering a young spirited
Innocent and vulnerable me.
Time has left many scars on the way
But, life has been kind
All the battle marks are intact
Guiding me through the waning seasons
I smile and heal in the blushing sunset.
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The Sunday Muse
pods of gliding life
sliced by time, pain and distance
meet at the crossroads.
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The Sunday Muse....gosh what a wonderful prompt! Love that kitty! :D And god knows what I penned looking at the pic...Poor meow ...So lost!
Hic! Hic! Hic!
I just want a sip
Last night was very wild
My tummy is aching
Maybe the rat I ate
Still crawling!
Hic! Hic! Hic!
I miss my buddy
Who was wandering in the alley
He chased and chased and was chased
By a car on the other side of the street.
Can I have a sip
In his memory?
Hic! Hic! Hic!
She was unfaithful
And left me for a fool
He was too furry
Looks can be deceptive
I am heartbroken
Just a sip
To ease the pain!
Hic! Hic! Hic!
A heavy heart
And an aching tummy
Makes me very unsteady
Shouldn't I drown myself
In a glass of sherry?
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The Sunday Muse
How lonely it gets
In these lush mountains
Missing the muse of my heart...
Singing paeans to your memories
Brings flashes of happy times
The sweetly fragrant , unruly tresses
The endearing wrinkles and laughter lines
The lusciously tempting being of yours
Enveloped in the halo of sunshine.
How lonely it gets
In these lush mountains
Missing the muse of my heart...
The haunting folk songs
You crooned in your mellifluous voice
The swirl and twirl of your skirts
And the naughty twinkle in your eyes
You breathed such freshness in my life.
How lonely it gets
In these lush mountains
Missing the muse of my heart...
The emptiness
On the other half of the bed
Pierces during the night
I take solace in the mountains
In the company of a faithful soul
To calm my aching heart
My eyes flows, as my fingers
Move on the lingering strings.
I am waiting with a broken heart
To meet my other half on the other side.
How lonely it gets
In these lush mountains
Missing the muse of my heart...
(To be honest, didn't know what to write the moment the prompt popped up. As it is a self portrait by the painter I thought let me write something he must be feeling remembering his beloved ,while playing that musical instrument.)
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The Sunday Muse
Those floods,
Bring weeping sorrow
Like a curse crawling
On protruding skin.
Meandering through the valleys
The river roars and sweeps
The length of the plains
With might, beyond one's control
It swallows the broken hearths and hearts
Leaving an emptiness in its path
There is only a flowing, serpentine canvas
Reeling through the muddy debris
Miles and miles of mirrored reflection
Everything moves, except life
Where is the home where once,
The loved ones laughed and the birds chirped?
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The Sunday Muse
Why should she bend to
preconceived
rules?
In the whimsical world
She knows,
She is considered a weakling
To command, to dominate
But, don't forget,
Woman she is
She carries the universe in her womb
Nobody has right to take her for granted
She makes her own rules and breathes them
To survive in the broken and biased world.
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The Sunday Muse
With stories of the happy princes and princesses
A childhood stagnated on a canvas of seamless fairy tales
There were moments when holding tightly to a little friend
Those tales belonged to another world.
Deep rooted fears erupted within those four walls
Waiting and trying to make some sense of the chaos
The loud noises, and the screaming voices
Shook the vulnerable heart, clutching on unshed tears.
There were days when inanimate expressions
Erased the lines of aching fear and broken dreams
How wonderful it was to have and hold
Someone who would listen, sooth and heal without uttering a word!
If one could have that same sense of security
In the waning evenings of a lifeless reality!
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Free
I feel
Deep inside
As my being
Awakens with wants
Cruising in molten flames
All the scars are victories
Stamped, marked and flagged umpteen times
Let me breathe in the taste of freedom.
The Sunday Muse
archaic wisdom
groans under the debris of
the concrete jungle.
twisted steel and glass
burns the skin of sweat and tears
capitalists rule.
the silent mother
chained and choked with smog and greed
birthed heartless hoarders.
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The Sunday Muse
moving and moaning
desires dressed in solitude
breathe in silent storms.
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The Sunday Muse
My brother,
Why is that I suffer and you win?
I was born way before you,
I roamed and lived happily for thousand years
My carefree life became a burden
The day you evolved through the ribs
Your hunger to possess
Broke our mother layer by layer
You emptied her womb
Leaving it dry and desperate
Why are you digging your own grave and mine?
What can stop you from these suicidal tendencies?
How much is enough to fulfill your greed?
Can you stop a minute, think and act wise?
We belong to the same mother
Whereas, I struggle to survive in the wild
You breathe artificial air in your air-conditioned hole
The Damocles sword is hanging, my brother!
The day is not far when you will face the same fate as mine...
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The Sunday Muse
a broken past chased
promises and mirages
goodbyes never heal.
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Sunday Muse
Swirling through sweet life
in a timeless speck of dust
there is a constant struggle.
Molding destinies
with uneven boundaries
hope hangs in between life and death.
The tears of existence
soak in the process of creation and destruction
challenging and daring to exist, to hope and to breathe.
Nothing can destroy
the ingenuity of one's strength
in the aging hands of an experience.
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Sunday Muse-163
Soft pedaling silence
moves on the tips of fingers
joy dances on the strings.
The pain vanishes
in melodious tunes
life a parable.
Long forgotten times
yearningly swirl in the eyes
life in the crisis.
Healing through music
brings more joy without people
silence speaks louder.
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Day-31 May Musings
Haiku-31
time took a huge leap
emotions wept silently
deaf do not hear pain.
Day-30 Sunday Muse
Haiku-30
the skyline reflects
a world of contradictions
disguised emotions.
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Day-29 May Musings
Haiku-29
Day-28 May Musings
Haiku-28
Day-27 May Musings
Haiku-27
words cannot share grief
a gorge is building inside
the mind in turmoil.
