The itch to write

Clouds burst pouring out darkness, The thunderstorms showed it's vengeance. The city was submerged, But our souls cannot be engulfed. Even when stress flooded our minds when we had nothing to eat Even when roaring tides masked the screams, We knew it was all temporary And Our hopes did not fade a bit. For we knew the clouds will dissolve Bringing back the smiling sun. We witnessed oneness as the flooded rivers overflowed Breaking down the boundaries of religion Demolishing bridges separating rich and the poor Helping hands arose every corner, Mankind displayed selfless care. We can either live through the flood or let it drown us, We decided the former. This poem is dedicated to all the people of chennai who went out of their way offering a helping hand to others during the Flood. I'm proud to say that I have spent 5 years of my college life there. Dedicated to all CHENNAI-ITES! You guys are a role model to others.

She inked everything onto the paper, Her dreams,her sorrows, Sometimes even her bleeding heart But he was like the leaf, Floating away wherever the wind blew. Her soul deserved more Because her soul was a beautiful thing. His love had killed her slowly, Like venom crawling through her veins. It drained her smile It sucked out her strength. Now she is pleased to have died that slow death. 'Cause she is revived today She reawakened her dissolving self. She brought life back into her soul She repaired her fears. Her scars faded . She listens to that song with ease, The same song which gave her a silent ache once So she inked everything onto the paper. Wrote this after talking to a friend who got divorced recently. Started thinking from her point of view and penned this down.