A Distinct Altiude

 

A Distinct Altitude

I looked outside, it was homeless

Senses were afar, lost to some unknown destiny

My mind wandered, 

It didn't belong anymore, 

Didn't belong at home.

What are the tremors that hit the rocks

On the verge of heavy downpours.

The cascade of rush overwhelmed the earth

How it danced on the shale of grey;

How it splashed the silt of clay;

The spring it was that trekked down

From the peaks of adversity.

I stepped out on soaked moss

The sky had poured its heart out -

The earth caressed its tears.

The sun wrapped around

Embracing its fears, 

Scars and scars and silent tears

Winds cradled the pain away.

What has become of us then?

Why do we fail to rhyme with nature? 

Why do we let the hollow dig in?

What are emotions anyway, a quest not a lost cause

Are these the supposed warmth of our hearts?

Riddhi Chakraborty