<p>He persevered&#8230; the darkness of the room and height of the walls not dampening his spirit. Bound in shackles and tortured for hours&#8230; starved and overworked.. .yet he endured. The continous roar of the sea&hellip; <a href="https://sarojsalelkar.wordpress.com/2024/07/12/a-vignette/">More</a></p>

<p>At end of the path where greenary endsI will meet you there to take your handAt the culmination of your desperate searchI will meet you there with arms wide openBefore the start of the next&hellip; <a href="https://sarojsalelkar.wordpress.com/2024/07/01/i-will-meet-you-there/">More</a></p>

<p>Moving roads, rushed traffic Pedestrians running helter skelter Greying skies, blowing breezeTiny drops,growling skiesSwaying trees, welcoming landThe first raindrops spillOn a parched landPetrichor filling the senses In response toW3Prompt #108 Image from pixel.com</p>

<p>The communication within the world has changed. From letters that used to take days to reach or get lost on the way to video calling, a drastic change has occurred in the way we express&hellip; <a href="https://sarojsalelkar.wordpress.com/2024/05/05/intentions-and-misinterpretations/">More</a></p>

<p>Bharat&#8230; It is believed that every 50-100 kms the dialect and culture changes here. In our tradition almost all days have some significance, although some are celebrated with more fervor than the rest, depending on&hellip; <a href="https://sarojsalelkar.wordpress.com/2024/05/03/ganesh-chaturthi/">More</a></p>

<p>Have you ever been camping? It was the school camping trip. All of us dressed smartly in our uniforms with scarfs around our necks, busy setting up our tents. Looking around for places to put&hellip; <a href="https://sarojsalelkar.wordpress.com/2024/05/02/the-school-camping-trip/">More</a></p>

<p>Cool breeze, cloudy skiesHazy moon, Romantic nightsA drizzle of raindropsPetrichor, tickling the sensesRacing mind, Beating heartsLove is in the air In response toMoonwashed Weekly Prompt #Hazy Moon Image by Juan Carlos Saa from Pixabay</p>

<p>As I enter my homeAfter a long day of workMy kids come running to me in gleeAfter the hugs and kissesI see the couch inviting meThen I see Floor littered with toys and crayonsClothes lying&hellip; <a href="https://sarojsalelkar.wordpress.com/2024/04/24/the-home-coming/">More</a></p>

<p>The scorching heat of the May sun burnt through the day, casting shadows across the walkway. Yet failing to put a damper on the chatter of the college campus. A huge crowd gathered outside the&hellip; <a href="https://sarojsalelkar.wordpress.com/2024/04/22/the-observer/">More</a></p>

<p>The lost key lays hiddenVisible to a bystanderYet unseen by the ownerWhat could it possibly open?A treasure trove or a mystery trunk?It appears to be quite oldYet shines with proof of recent usageDoes it belong&hellip; <a href="https://sarojsalelkar.wordpress.com/2024/04/10/the-lost-key/">More</a></p>

<p>A need to express ourselves is compelling amd necessary for our mental peace. We cannot expect to be understood without adequate expression on our end. Yet knowing this fully well we expect our near and&hellip; <a href="https://sarojsalelkar.wordpress.com/2024/04/07/why-expression-is-necessary/">More</a></p>

<p>Having turned their backs to each other for years their eyes met. Both misty with grief and remorse. It was their sister afterall whom they had buried today. It would not be wrong to say,&hellip; <a href="https://sarojsalelkar.wordpress.com/2024/04/02/the-reconciliation/">More</a></p>

<p>This is the space where I interact with the worldA space where I am not me anymoreReplaced by a caretakerListening to the discomforts of peopleDoing my bit to ease their painForgotten is the familyAnd the&hellip; <a href="https://sarojsalelkar.wordpress.com/2024/03/24/my-clinic-my-workspace/">More</a></p>

<p>Just like my aspirations and desires,Expectations and longingsThis abode is yet incomplete Ridden with flaws and mistakes all overSimilar to the path i have trodden Wishing for a chance to take back that moment An&hellip; <a href="https://sarojsalelkar.wordpress.com/2024/03/22/incomplete/">More</a></p>

<p>Light and shadowsCover illusions and realityHappiness and griefCovering the life&#8217;s journeyTruth and untruthFor us to judgeAnd recieving the fruitsOf the options takenPassage of timeYet ever newBirth and deathEmbedded in it tooAnd every moment Lived in&hellip; <a href="https://sarojsalelkar.wordpress.com/2024/03/19/light-and-shadows/">More</a></p>

<p>Bleak futureWoeful nightsLonely existence Foggy sightsShallow hopesMiserable lifeEfforts fruitlessWords worthless Emotions crumpled Shadows in the darknessCalling for respiteA cry in vainFor a brighter sky Image credit: Darksouls 1 @ Pixabay In response to WDYS #227</p>

<p>I maybe just a rock On the river bedBut i do know how it feels being continously abraded tooThe water gushing out with intense forceCarving my body as it flows Making sharp edges or smooth&hellip; <a href="https://sarojsalelkar.wordpress.com/2024/02/24/the-petty-beholder/">More</a></p>

<p>Only a pair of feetClimbing the snowy mountain peaksSimilar to the life one must leadWalking the path alone Till destiny is reachedOfcourse the path is riddled with threatsBut also cosy tracksYou may find a company&hellip; <a href="https://sarojsalelkar.wordpress.com/2024/02/19/the-path-uphill/">More</a></p>

<p>I am not the relationships I haveNor the professional bonds incurredI am not the storehouse of information gatheredOr the knowledge imparterI am not the action nor the doerAlso not the recepient of reactions I am&hellip; <a href="https://sarojsalelkar.wordpress.com/2024/02/17/musings-of-a-seeker/">More</a></p>

<p>I dream &#8230;About a house near the oceanThe serene nature And its constant hum of waves clashing, I dreamForgetting myself amidst the seaBecoming one with the depths withinFollowing my heart to its coreThe silent stillness&hellip; <a href="https://sarojsalelkar.wordpress.com/2024/02/14/i-dream/">More</a></p>