Storm raging
(Nature choosing it’s rhythm,
seasonal rains or a tragic disaster)
I watch through curtains flying in
Rains and winds howling
There is destruction
There is chaotic flurry
Broken homes empty
Yet sky so pretty
Storm raging
(Human mind losing it’s rhythm,
everyday upset or a traumatic event)
I feel with mind closing in
Emotions and overthinking
There is breathstruction
There is confused fury
Broken dreams hearty
Yet hopes so many
The storm passes away
(After the storm of both kinds)
Everything is at standstill
Eerie quiet and also disarray
World as you know it, is no more
Some changes sting to the core
Rearranges what you see and believe
All that you think will help relieve
Drop into the blanks
Collect the right thoughts
To build a new dream
Collect the right planks
As if to build a new home
Step at a time, carved to lead you there
New ways to discover waiting where
Don’t rush, the road is wet and slippery
Take time to scan the landscape
Courage and surrender required so very
Tread with faith, there is no escape
The storm and the aftermath both the versions, and the final connect brought out so well by your words Pragalbha 👍
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Thank you Radhika for taking the time for your thoughtful comment.
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Beautiful Interpretation and depiction of the different rhythms in life. Well crafted and well written Pragalbha !!
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Thank you very much for your generous and kind appreciation 🙂
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Reblogged this on A Healing Grief and commented:
This beautiful poem reminds me of child loss so I thought I would share it.
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Your comment touched me …thank you very much for sharing your thought and truly appreciate the reblog.
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brilliant!!!! storms sometimes are necessary…….sometimes to engulf the mess we have made……and sometimes to unearth the truth we are tired of running from……it’s devastating……..but it always release you……with of course obvious causalities….. loved this!!! 🙂 🙂
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Wow, those are wonderful and thoughtful reflections on my poem, thank you for sharing them! I am so happy you are enjoying my posts 🙂
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always a pleasure reading you!!! 🙂 🙂
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You took me there! This poem is the eye in the hurricane. xoxo
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You gave me a smile 🙂 Thank you very much!
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Whoohooo 🙂
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Deep and crisp! For human mind or nature, storm and calmness are part of their life cycle ; whether they choose to accept or not! I would say super poetry work! Keep amazing us!
Thanks
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You made my day with your amazing comment 🙂 Thank you very much for sharing your thoughts and appreciation!
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😇Now, you made my day! 🙏
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Storms will come without our permission..it is powerful enough to ruin everything..still sometimes, something is left back for us to rebuild.. nicely written pragalbha
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Thank you for your visit and for sharing your thoughts. I agree with you.
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Just loved reading it.
I know storms can be painful and shattering but what’s left for us to do after it has come, we can only try and build ourselves again.
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Thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts. True, it is a powerful and humbling process to build up again.
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Your poem is like the relief of light in a dark, gloomy night, Praditha! Beautiful!
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Thank you for your kind and beautiful comment 🙂
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