As I heard sound of footsteps outside my door <br />I stifled my sobs in my throat <br />And pretended to be fast asleep <br />As I like to deal privately with my grief. <br /> <br />My apartment faced the sea shore <br />I could hear the sound of a heavy downpour. <br />The sea was tumultuous and rough <br />It was scary to see the waters rise several meters up. <br /> <br />Was it also going into convulsions to express its protest? <br />I wondered as I lay feeling bereft. <br />Waves and waves of emotions engulfed me <br />And I felt I will drown in the sea <br /> <br />Of my sorrow, or my heart will burst. <br />Whatever happened to my passion and lust <br />For life, I asked as painful memories resurged. <br />How did I allow myself to be submerged <br /> <br />In this deluge of grief unplugged? <br />Demented, I just helplessly shrugged. <br />Night was the only witness as I exorcised my demons, <br />crying with me- non judgemental, and no sermons. <br /> <br />Is this what Nature is compelled to do <br />When it feels degraded by me and you? <br />Is this why we have hurricanes and floods, <br />So we wake up when we lose our flesh and blood? <br /> <br />A new day had dawned, streets were deserted, <br />Trees were uprooted, I stoically studied. <br />After the damage and harm <br />There was an uncanny calm. <br /> <br />I stood in anguish at my window <br />And mechanically glanced at the fisherman’s colony below. <br /> busy salvaging whatever they could from the debris. <br />I know I too shall rise from the ashes like a proverbial phoenix. <br /> <br />The doorbell rang, milkman had arrived. <br />I washed all traces of tears and put on a smile. <br />Sun was trying to peep from behind the clouds <br />from the distance I could hear temple bells resound.<br /><br />Mamta Agarwal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-stormy-night/
