Presentiment

She sat in rapt attention

at the open air midnight soiree

enthralled by the elegance

of the lyrical verse flowing

from the mystic poet’s lips

bathing her parched soul

with a longing so intense!

when his ballad spoke of
death and parting

it creased her delicate brow

and for a heart-stopping moment

she was awash

with a feeling of deja vu

as if listening to her own

obituary, many moons ago

when the amethyst sky was suffused

with a million celestial bodies

yet the eerie cawing of corvids could be heard

as her soul had ascended the heavens!

shuddering involuntarily

she came back to the present

was it a dream, a nightmare
or a premonition

of the tragedies to befall!

she yearned for days of tranquility

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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!

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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.

Making sense

I sit still in the pockets of stillness

holding delicately the errant heart

suspended between
the harsh and loud crashing waves of accusations

mulling over the razor-sharp words

and the wounds left on my wrists

inverted query marks that question your maps

of which way the relationship should head

cynical assertions mock simplistic way of looking at life

my views are like a lost alphabet alone and adrift

in the vast seas of sardonic know-allism

now when I look back at that naive, gullible person

I wonder was that really me?

My crumbling thoughts are doctored to sync with others’

the debris of such thinking falls in undulating patterns

it is a miracle that still some sense can be made

of the free-flowing bonds that keep us tied to each other

our silence often embellished with pregnant pauses

But where others see potential of emptiness

I see an ocean of turbulent continuity.

Written for Reena’s Exploration Challenge #112