The Calm and The Storm

By Ajjarapu Neeharika

My heart pounded at the sudden sound of the thunder claps.

It compounded my  brewing anxiety that quickened my pulse.

The lightning strikes mercilessly;

Beautiful like a dancing girl

but with a serpentining destruction.

The grandiose of the lighting streaks

Heralded the visit of the thunder lord. 

The peacock danced beautifully in a nearby pasture. 

My cheeks blushed in a rapture.

A sudden strike of a bolt set the tree ablaze; 

That charged sight threw me into a daze.

A moment of dichotomy of life. 

Where the beauty and futility lies in rife. 

The illusion of youthful constance, 

tempered by disillusionment of transience. 

Those dissonant thunder claps 

are in assonance with my palpable circadian charts.

Uneven heaven of life's run. 

When even, turns life in vain. 

The petrichor is the remnant of my inner child. 

The scorched land is the permanence of the life I lead. 

Beauty and the beast -

Exist together in the modern world.

Not with the symbiotic synergy;

but with the untamed monstrosity. 

The thunderous night ended in dawn.

My train of thoughts ceased at the morning walk in the lawn.

By Ajjarapu Neeharika