IRE OF THE TEMPEST!

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So serenely quiet and tranquil it was
That no one could sense her noxious presence
In those sedate halcyon days.
However she was right in their midst
Flaming her anger,
Provoking her tormented soul to reminisce
about all the ordeal she had undergone.
Despite aching from within
And dying a thousand deaths each day
She kept on living,
Nursing her concealed wrath.
For one day,
When she would decide to burst
The world would witness a tempest
Causing unparalleled havoc.
The fire concealed inside had been burning her from within,
Wiping out even the smallest traces of
Human affections and condolence.
She had been crying for so long
She couldn’t make her eyes look out for what was on her way
For they were shielded by misty clouds of teardrops.
The deafening screeching and wailing of her soul
Kept on ringing in her ears so loud
She couldn’t melt the heart melting pleas
Of those she was about to kill.
Devoid of forgiveness or forbearance
Her eyes sparkled with cold blooded thirst
For making those suffer
Who had underestimated her command.
With no intensions of granting clemency
Or reducing the intensity of the holocaust
She resolved to embark on her devastation.
Accompanied by ear-splitting thunders,
Bolts of lightning shoving through the cracks
Like violent spears targeted to demolish the mankind,
Enshrouding the earth with ominous clouds
Roared the venomous tempest,
Like a thousand wounded tigresses.
She was cheated, deluded, hoaxed by the world.
The world made her grieve.
It was now her turn to pay back!

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About SK Rajeshwari

I am an incurable bibliophile, dreamer, writer, poet and connoisseur of all things beautiful. This blog 'My Cosmos' is my first love and nothing pleases me more than constructive feedback for my write-ups. My second love is books. I am an insatiable and roly-poly bookworm. Books teach me how to explore the world inside me and the ones that are outcomes of someone else's unadulterated imagination. What beautifies my existence is the endless walk I enjoy putting on those shoes of imagination. Step into my world, feel my poems and allow your wandering soul to be hypnotized by the fragrance of the captivating manifestations of my dreams, experiences and imagination. Allow this feeling to creep into your being and let your nerves speak the language of beauty and artistry. Bienvenido :)

Posted on June 20, 2015, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Just awesome…

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Powerful verses accompanied by brilliant use of words and I could feel the tempest coming causing catastrophic effect!
    Lovely!
    http://www.specs-buffy.blogspot.com

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