The storm has blown over,
Leaving me devastated,
in the aftermath of destruction,
I roamed around…
The vision was blurring.
Memories scattered all around the place.
My clothes torn, tears flowed from eyes,
Lamely I walk, the pain is unbearable.
In a strange juxtaposition, to smile or to cry,
I saw a tender aged girl shivering, standing all alone, her face was pale.
Strands of hair over her face.
Suddenly it started raining incessantly.
She stood drenched, shivering in the rain.
With a rose in her hand,
it seemed she was waiting for someone.
But the one, never showed up.
I somehow, unable to walk, crawled up to her to wipe the unstoppable tears of her eyes,
Kissed her forehead a clenched her in my bosom.
The storm had almost ruined everything.
The atmosphere filled with gloom and adversity.
The much dreaded nightmare was a reality now.
Soon the night ushered in; the moon engulfed by dark clouds.
Thunder roared like an agitated lion.
It seemed the horrible night would never end.
The sound of rustling leaves, the tide in the sea….
Startling me with every move,
It wanted to convey something.
Something full of grief and despair.
The nature cried its heart out, the sound piercing the soul of mine.
Nature was playing a gory game, and I desperately wanted it to end.
However, it was much prolonged and way too stretches.
A sunny and shining morning was a distant dream.
I was having no idea where I was,
neither have I seen the girl I saw that evening.
Tried and worn out I fall asleep.
