And Then There Were None

The Lonely Tree

The ground, it shakes time to time

Rhythmic as a human’s heart

Faint at first, closer still

I hear the thundering crash

 

The whispers from the Wind had come

The Clouds had sent their sympathies

The Sky had sometimes wept for us

And the birds were forced to flee

 

We had all said our goodbyes by then

Resigned to the fate we must meet

I stood alone and looked around

At the corpses of my family

 

One by one they were hauled away

One by one they had fallen

Heads held high, leaves fluttering

Fearless, proud and graceful

 

The massacre had long begun and now

I just wanted it to come to an end

Although my leaves still turned out green

I forbade my fruits be born to be killed

 

A soft breeze sent his goodbye to me

I sighed with him & looked at the sky

At stars that had never been visible

And the moon sparkling so bright

 

I soaked in the scene with every twig

Felt the earth hold tight my roots

Caressed by the Wind I stood still

Death you see visits us all.

 

 

This post is a part of WOW an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Write Over the Weekend theme for this week

Write from a point of view of the last tree standing in the forest.

It’s Raining..outside my window!

“Meow…” my phone rang. An SMS from one of my BFFs appeared.

“It’s raining billiz & kuttaz” it read. I smiled & looked outside the window. It was indeed raining cats & dogs. A sheet of white blanket had suddenly appeared, covering every building in the vicinity. Or was it just my window?

This year had been the hottest yet & last month had given everyone a rather hot proof about the fact that global warming isn’t just a term you throw around to show your knowledge of current affairs. It’s a real & it’s happening. Yet today the Sun had bowed & decided to hand over the stage to the Rain Gods.

I wanted a hot & steaming mug of coffee in one hand and a racy paperback thriller in the other, curl up in my bed & celebrate the arrival of monsoon.

Such luxury was however forbidden for the moment & I returned back to work on my PC. Outside I could hear the loud pattering of raindrops & the cacophony of flowing water with rumbling angry clouds that had a strange rhythm in them.

Slowly as the minutes passed I was aware that my banging on the keyboard was making more noise than the rain outside. The Rain Gods who had been denied their rights seemed to have abated their anger & now graced the earth with a meek drizzle. Outside the buzz of the traffic on the road had regained its normal level, as if declaring that rain or no rain I’m the sole noise-maker around here!

My phone beeped again. This time I grinned as I read the message. I shut down the PC & went outside. Look what I found-

The Light Rainbow

The sky turned clearer & had let the hesitant sun cast a golden tint on the sky. As I stood there mesmerized by the sight, the rainbow appeared bolder as if to wish me a happy monsoon!

Happy Monsoon!