In the stillness, a murmur grows,
A whisper of sorrow the wind bestows.
Dark clouds gather, heavy with woe,
A cyclone’s grief begins to show.
Lila stands by the window’s pane,
Watching the world engulfed in rain.
Her heart heavy, miles apart,
From Arun, who holds her heart.
The sea, once calm, now churns in despair,
Waves crash with fury, salt in the air.
Arun clutches a photograph tight,
In the storm’s fury, he prays for light.
Homes are trembling, dreams torn apart,
Nature’s wrath breaks many a heart.
Lila’s tears blend with the storm,
Wishing for the day when love will transform.
Trees bow down, in reverence they fall,
The earth shudders beneath it all.
Arun whispers her name to the gale,
Their love a beacon, in this tale.
Tears of rain, a relentless flow,
From heaven’s eyes, a mournful glow.
Memories scatter, like leaves in the gale,
Hopes are fragile, like ships they sail.
Lila recalls their last embrace,
His tender kiss, his gentle grace.
The promises they swore to keep,
Now distant dreams, through which they weep.
The wind howls louder, the night grows cold,
A love story fierce, yet quietly told.
Arun, with faith, faces the storm,
Believing in the bond that keeps him warm.
Lila writes a letter by candlelight,
Pouring her heart out in the night.
Each word a promise, each line a plea,
For Arun to return safely.
The cyclone roars with unrestrained might,
Ripping apart the silence of night.
Nature’s chaos, a cruel divide,
Keeping their souls from being allied.
Yet, amidst the ruins, a flicker of light,
Resilience stirs in the cold, dark night.
For in the heart of the storm's cruel embrace,
A quiet strength begins to trace.
Arun battles the winds, determined and strong,
Knowing his love for Lila will keep him along.
Through the tempest, he holds onto hope,
Clinging to memories that help him cope.
Lila’s village, battered and worn,
Waits for dawn to break the mourn.
She dreams of his arms, holding her tight,
Of a future bathed in morning light.
The storm begins to wane and wail,
Leaving behind a desolate trail.
But love’s flame, it flickers still,
A testament to unwavering will.
Though the cyclone's song is a ballad of pain,
From sorrow, new life will rise again.
Lila and Arun, though far apart,
Feel the bond of a united heart.
In the aftermath, silence descends,
A broken landscape struggles to mend.
Their love, like dawn, will always arise,
Shining brighter in the cyclone’s demise.
The sun peeks through the clouds of gray,
Promising a new, hopeful day.
Lila’s heart leaps as she sees,
A figure approaching through the debris.
Arun, weary but alive,
Returns to Lila, their spirits revive.
In their embrace, they find solace,
Their love, a beacon amidst the malice.
Together they stand, strong and proud,
Facing the world, their hearts unbowed.
For in the eye of every storm,
Their love will always keep them warm.
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Echoes of the Ganges
Poetry"Echoes of Ganga" is a poetic odyssey intertwining the timeless flow of the sacred river with the deep currents of human emotion. This collection captures the essence of the Ganga, its serene whispers harmonizing with the joys, sorrows, hopes, and f...
