Limitless

  As the gray skies deepened, Heavens loudly burst opened, With a vigorous clap of thunder, Streaks of lightning making all wonder.   Was it the greens of monsoon? That received the pouring boon. Falling on the lush green floor, But it was in fact, the season of parched moors.   What a deluge it was, Beyond any reason or cause, Reprieve from the sweltering heat, Or kicking the farmer, already beat.   One side of the world, it was a day of selfies, With piping coffees or monogrammed cups of slurpies, The other side, it was a great bane, Months of toiling drowned in vain.   Rows and columns of well-ordered crops, So nimbly did they flop, As water flowed sans barrier, Rolling tears mimicking a river.   Who is the culprit? Aggravating nature’s hissy fits, For burning through coal pits, Killing animals for fur lined kits.   This cruel change of winds, Result of the burning sins, Merciless murder of grand trees, Fueling privileg

  I breathe now, To live and laugh tomorrow, To fulfil hopes and goals, of several loved souls. Each breath makes me wonder, How do they stay asunder? From loved souls who have them in a hold, Just to get someone a breath so bold. Their breaths are muffled, As they keep up their hustle, Not stopping to breathe, Eternally resting with just a condolence wreath?  

 Skittered a pebble, From the humongous rubble, Past majesty eroded in a second, Were my ears deafened. Previously she stood tall, In summer, winter and fall, Impervious to hurled stones, Gleaming with broken bones. But alas! Bones never healed, Neither were the bleeding wounds sealed, As she held on to her will, Mightier than a hill. How much did she try, As sinister forces with smiles so wry, Hacked at her base, Closing her case. At last, down she came, Screaming out her name, They said that it was 'sanity' While they puffed the feathers of their own vanity.