IT’S REALLY COMING DOWN ⛈️….

Rolled in a blanket at night…. Reluctantly opened my eyes in the morning…. I Moved towards the window and took a sight of the bluish black sky….Yes… Same as yesterday…. Nothing more, nothing less… Slight thunder, blurry flash and yes…’It’s really coming down.’

You seemed like a frozen corpse, 
Who lost all the mortal beauty,
Crying all day long, cursing the land, 
Trying to make a catastrophe.
Your tears are cold, 
Your words are like swords, 
Your rythm is like a sweet song of revenge;
Sometimes soothes the silent minds,
Sometimes hurts the innocent souls.
Even after your departure, 
The land is still wet, 
The sand is still damp, 
The wind is still cold ,
Just like the earth leaving -
The traces of your wandering soul. 

Deepika Radhakrishnan 

How could someone miss the chance to jot down something in the middle of a cold damp day….?