The Broken Walls

It has been more than a month since the floods of hell.
When the waters rose – many fell.

Pride, courage, spirit, and comfort,
All these fell without a retort.

Egos, inhibitions, boundaries, and borders
All these fell down to helpful neighbours.

It has been a month since the waters arrived
and many rose and many more were revived.

Humanity, friendhips, love, and  the joy of giving
These were few that rose up bright and shining.

Then, every thing fell.
Now, things fall,
Things fall into place.

We are now rising – for we fall to rise higher.
Walls do not exist after the rising of water

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It’s been a long time since I posted. Well, to be true, I was one amongst those affected during the Chennai Floods of December 2015. Home is where the heart is. But when the home is ravaged by such floods unseen for more than a century, the heart no longer is. It has been a long time since I posted – well it has been mostly due to this disaster. Well, moving on, here’s to a years worth of my publishing. Yes. I recently celebrated my first anniversary of blogging – hopefully next year, I will celebrate it on time.

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