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

Then, everything 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

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 and well, moving on, here’s to more posts in the coming years. Yes. I recently celebrated my first anniversary of blogging after it had passed and hopefully next year, I will celebrate it on time.

Day Nine: Last Summer…

Today’s Prompt: A man and a woman walk through the park together, holding hands.

Today’s twist: write the scene from three different points of view


The Man

She insisted that we take a walk in the park to calm my nerves. As if my nerves could turn calm after what we did last summer. I think that it’s her nerves, she wants to calm more, in this walk, than she wants to calm me. I still can remember the lady’s cry of pain when our car rammed into her. Her vivid grey eyes that grew vacant and closed at the hospital. The pain in the tears of her son who had come all the way from half-way around the globe. He hadn’t blamed or accused us – but the innocent faces of her grandkids as they clung onto her boy, their father, was accusation enough for me.

Talk of the devil.

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