And suddenly she came,
Riding on wind
Alert was given,
very clear and loud,
Dark and sound.
Eyes can't see
And ear couldn't hear
Her arrival is very dear
But brings in many fear.
Capture , enjoy, rejoice, safe guard or protect, cries.
What shall be done?
There is something to be done.
She is still there,
Can not wait out
Looks like she is on fight
Want to break all walls build
Enters into room with all might
From wherever she gets a chance.
Meeting with her began with pleasure
And now there are few pain point.
Sitting in one dry corner of my room,
Looking out and in of gloom
She struck with lightening and thunder
With what heart will break open and apart.
Hush of silence falls on the ground
And again she again gathers
All her strength
Like building up , strategically
Where to strike next.
Fields are now filled with water
Some trees are uprooted
Heart sunken down
What we lost and gain
Human will play that game
Once she is gone.
Still, she is here and I can hear.
This encounter has left me think a lot
From need of shelter to cry of hers
Gutsy winds are gone, now
Some other direction
New route
Rain has turn into shower
Few will morn and few will be moved
Few will see a gloom, while few will bloom
She is leaving ahead,
Some head and hand
Will come out.
Seating in one dry corner of my room
I see , what to be done now.
Full of concerns and thoughts
Heart and mind, in speechless zone.
Still listening her sound,
Inhaling the fragrance
Which used to bring love
All looks so blend
Poised in equality
I pray...
May this shower of grace
Brings peace and joy
Health and victory
........
As she floats and roams still around
This words which comes from
Nowhere land...
An experience to sense and let thumbs move.
.......
Vaibhav
01/05/2020
written on fb as a post, as rain was going on outside....sensing as much as one can and allowing thumb (on mobile) to move and type the words.
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