Midnight Thunderstorm
Thunderstorm at midnight
Is like the lord’s laughter at our plight
Raising an alarm
Defeating a scream
Endless roar into the horizon’s reach
Coming from the heart that hears every fall
Be it the proverbial slip or a crashing fortune that stood tall
A new sense awakens in the dark
While the rain drops keep bleeding the breeze
A wink from above
Shows the way to them with ease
White painting the dark streets with streaks
It keeps coming down till the souls are clean
Generous sarcasm directed from above
Saying how long you can be ignorant about the dirt
The one we keep adding to the layers within our shirt
Irony fails, Irony prevails
We sleep and he mocks our travails
Thunder beats every now and then
We are deaf till eternity
Avoiding what is already on offer
Living on the illusion of totality
Disentangle, wake up and breathe
From the middle of this mind’s wreck less dream
-A thunderstorm sweeps my midnight don’t know how it got out of my mind…
13/5/2011
poem by Kunal Seth
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