Sunday 30 November 2014

Justified paradox

Claustrophobia in an open ground,
Scream out loud without a sound, 
Thoughts reverberate the heart, 
Emotions ripping and tearing apart,
This silence is numbing,
Strong walls are crumbling, 
Keep your smiling face,
The pseudo-joy is all a daze,
Bottomless pit of confusion,
The soul's bracing for the explosion.

The storm is bound to lapse,
It'll warp in itself as it contracts,
The wreckage is going to clear,
The light at the end is near,
Stay strong, 
Don't be afraid to be wrong.
You're a brave Eagle, 
You're a lion, strong and regal.
You're a fox, quick on the feet,
You're human, not willing to accept defeat.
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Don't mind this insanely cool lion looking at you. Picture Courtesy: #Pinterest

Thursday 13 November 2014

Thunderstorm

The rumbling thunder whispers,
Making the howling cats to disperse, 
The doors and windows shiver in reply,
The dogs run around, awry.

The lightning whips,
The rain drips,
A drop after the other,
Like a child following its mother.

The mosquitoes swarm in for shelter,
The mosquito bats, wave helter-skelter, 
Oh by Odin's beard! 
Why is a thunderstorm so feared?

Many like I,
Enjoy the chaos in the sky, 
The beauty of damage, 
The riot, the destruction, the ravage!
Would you want to be stuck in a thunderstorm like this?