..And then



mussoorie, 2015

And then

Black and grey

Clouds rose from the

Depths and

Engulfed the

Flowering valley.

Glass door turned hazy

Hindering clarity of vision.

In that moment

Juggling breath

Kindled the flame

Lighting it up at dusk.

Molten lava created the ground

New places were found.                                                                                                   

Out of the blue

Pleasant petrichor intoxicated as rains

Quenched the thirst of barren lands while

Reclaiming life.

Strange shift brought it all back on track.

Tiny flowers blossomed.

Ultimately the sunshines on the autumn leaves.

Voices very clear, from near and far

Wandering in the quiet places through

Xeroxed time spans

Yield memories in

Zephyr touch.

~~payal~~

26 lines poem #OctPoWriMo