Rising from the ashes...

Dedicated to the brave-hearts who lost their lives in natural calamities.

Rising from the ashes !

O'Lord, how do I come to terms with the vagaries of life ?
It all changes in a moment, only not to be revived.
Dreams shriek trapped in the rubbles of mortar,
struggle to breathe amidst the rumbles of thunder.

That little one was playing hide and seek,
now unable to find his pals, sits meek.
Fissured walls and wrecked blackboards,
logging the chronicle, is the small hanging globe.

She left her child with her purple water-bottle,
now bereaved with her rugged schoolbag to throttle.
Shuddering earth abandoned the scuttling lifeboats,
all those fights of the tiny-tots, stay afloat.

The hanging sword of timely payment of EMIs,
he forgot wishing grandmother her birthday this time.
All his life, he stressed to meet his deadline,
now lays amidst the graphs of wavering lifeline.

Yearning for the concerts of Metallica anon,
bogged with work, never laid his hands on.
Listening the siren of ambulance & moans,
wishes only if he had lived life bang on.

A moment of fury and mother nature roared,
took the children in her lap, no more to furore.
Laughters, giggles, smiles, chuckles vanished,
unfolding groans, sighs, sobs, whimpers & snivels.

Vision, aspiration, cravings, goals ; all dead,
resting wrapped under the white-thread.
The soft ethereal touch, aches to kindle,
phantasm of hope, ceases to dwindle.

Cupidity had the last laugh of all,
humanity stood tall with folks like a wall,
Gallantry in its glory surfaced the cataclysm,
holding hands to recuperate in paroxysm.

They got up again, with nerves of steel,
iron-willed got firm mind, to survive the apocalypse.
Not to be knocked down, not even by dreary flashes,
they will rise stronger as does Phoenix, from its ashes.