Seeking Serenity : A collection of poems

4• Dire hours

That afternoon,
When the sky fetched my attention.
A queer facade and a blemish grace
Made me thoughtful for a short span.

The trees stood precisely inert.
As if they were occupied by a vicious fight.
And the flight of birds in erratic paths,
Reflected their timidity in that ill-lit daylight.

Clairvoyance knocked me harder and harder,
When it foresaw something other than a squall,
Darkness lingered round the entire city, Dryness seemed to depart the walls.

The pattering sounds of raindrops on leaves,
Held a rhythm of natural melody,
The earth seemed to finally quench its thirst,
And the flowers, appeared fresh and sturdy.

Crystals on leaves and petals of flowers,
Boggy loam and wet window panes,
Drenched feathers of birds and fallen leaves
Give a glimpse of the gusty winds and rain.

The pattering globules replaced the chirps,
As if the birds were enjoying a nap,
When a sudden blare with a flash of light,
Shook the peace and made me gasp!

Flaring lighting with the thunder following,
Stuck the feet of everyone to the floor.
Was not supposed to be so dreadful as t'was,
If it hadn't been ruder than before.

Little children sat frozen in fear,
And then I felt myself a part of them.
The rumbles continued one after the other,
Penetrated the closed windows to win the game.

An air of fear was blown by the leaves,
And darkness seemed to defeat the Sun,
People wanted downpour but not thunder,
But the sky stood obstinate, and held it a fun.

Prayers were the scenario in every house,
To stop the havoc and let the sky smile.
A jittery me had spent that long two hours,
Thinking if I could turn the clouds fragile.

Terrible hours finally agreed to subside,
And the clouds rushed erratic to vacant the heaven.
The birds finally entered the good time,
To unfurl their wings and breath again.

Since that afternoon,
I am still seeking that one person,
Who has the answer to my unanswered,
That why did those dire hours mirrored my insane?

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