Solitude (revised)

When the world becomes too much for me

I prefer then to be with only me

When the mind flounders in the shallows of din

It is best then, to retreat within

No company can be better than your own

To be able to explore own facets unknown

For that you have to leave your baggage behind

Calm all your senses and have an open mind

Quieten the voices clamouring to be heard

Listen to the inner silence, be deaf to the world

Solitude is a wonderful place to be

When you are in touch with only me

The quietude, the silence, the nothingness around

Is necessary to balance the hubbub all around

With too many voices and opinions crowding you in

It is better to log out instead of staying plugged in

No intrigue, no suspense just a feeling of calm

Enjoy isolation without a qualm

Nature walks, gardening or meditation

Whatever it takes to keep you from frustration

Listen to yourself, sing or read

Enjoy your own company to feed your need

Once you are again in touch with self

Go reconnect with the world and forget yourself.

This is one of my early poems. I thought it a good time to post a reworked version.

An unequal fight

The scope of my glorious independence
now confined within four walls
alone and isolated
masked and frightened
I stare into oblivion
reflecting on the hands I shook,
the meetings attended
and the crowded commute
Alone and distant from all now
if only I had kept my distance then!
I now fear for the loved ones
regretting the hugs I shared with them
The question that bothers me most is
“How do we stay focused
when the world around us
is falling apart?”
I can feel the mask of sangfroid slip perilously
into the raging waters of uncertainty
but I will not get mired
in the quagmire self-pity
I will survive and rise
wiser and more determined
Alone I may be in this fight
against an invisible, faceless, wee invader
arising out of nowhere
but maybe, just maybe
having faced the worst
the best will triumph eventually.

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What do you see # 21- March 16, 2020

Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: Tuesday, March 17, 2020

Oops! I did it again!

Thank you, Mich, for pointing out that comments are disabled on this post! This happened once earlier too! Please, please leave your precious feedback, for my writing is nothing without your love.

One day….

Yes, we had to start from somewhere

Yes, it is okay to have a day to mark that beginning

But for humanity’s sake stop mouthing stale platitudes!

Let the moth-eaten adjectives that you air once a year

remain in your dusty, masculine cupboard

I am much more than the curve of my breast or the size of my butt

but you are myopic, visualizing me just as an object

correct this glitch in your thinking circuit

this one day of paean singing combined with putting on pedestal

is trust me, just tokenism and you know it too!

And you! You who body-shame,

age-shame and deride your sisters

passing judgements from the comfort of your position

and you who smirk at stay at home mothers

as also you who bad-mouth working women

stop purring with contentment and try to be helpful

also those of you who tolerate just anything

maybe you should acknowledge

some woes are created by you too!

For once I have to be the person I want to be

identify stereotypes that are to be shattered

to accept this beautiful gift of womanhood

to turn this silence in my heart

into a rallying song of moving forward

trust my instincts to leave footprints on the sands of time

which no water can wash away

I have to stop complaining about the predicament I am in

and believe one day I will be accepted on my terms too!

What do you see # 20- March 9, 2020

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Eugi's Weekly Prompt – Song – March 9, 2020

It’s a jungle out there

The bridge appears to be straight and smooth

but fear sloshes in my belly turning my legs to jelly

trepidation makes my heart race for it’s a jungle out there

hatred and violence roam free

baring their vicious fangs and growl in a stentorian roar

misplaced pride turns a snooty nose at reason

crazed look on every twisted face

blood on each hand and the smell of burning flesh

yet the call is so invidiously beguiling

I salivate at the mere thought of that power

tethering at the edge of insanity

lured by the promised bounty of righted wrongs

but I recover from the transient transgress

with sanity sharply knocking me down

eyes with hope serving as a beacon

Let there be storms of paranoia all around

it may seem like a daydream but is a heartfelt desire

that peace with its winsome ways will eventually win

human will not another human butcher

the arc of fear will not be allowed to persist

time will have to change its course

for humanity to finally prevail.

Her life

Goldilocks Part 2

Distant evanescent lightning

imparts a faint blush glow to the room

I am faced with the prospect of being alone in the dark

as mom and pop are away

losing track of time, I am plagued

by dangerous thoughts

banishing them away, I stay brave

I don’t want to go anywhere

history repeats itself, they say

I sit on my bed waiting

for the very social Goldilock’s arrival

‘cos I don’t believe the rumours about her.

Eugi's Weekly Prompt – Blush – February 17, 2020

Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge–February 18, 2020

Wednesday’s Level UP Challenge, 2/19/20 and Tuesday’ Writing Prompt Challenge Round UP

Fearmongering

Skulking in the penumbra

waiting patiently for a chink to appear

then homing like a scavenging vulture

fear can scarce hide its glee

ever so subtle,

always waiting for a blunder

it shivers with delight

as it collaborates with suspicion

digging deep its talons

feeding on vulnerabilities

smothering every glimmer of reason

and leaving it a blubbering wretch

feasting on the carcass of sanity

it gloats contentedly at the mayhem unleashed.