May 14, 2022

Petrichor





Houses in flames, and hearts ablaze

streets in pain and severed limbs strewn around

In hate lies the heart, in rage lights the mind

Tears dry in the sun, parched soul cries in vain


Walking through the din and the noise within,

the light of hope blown by the wind

and the will to live flickering, or death lingering.

Life retreating from the world we live in.


A distant petrichor summons the clouds and sprinkles rain,

Feet sink in wet mud and a splash hope

Freeing the minds of a locked window

Eyes closed and breaths deepen for the heathen below...




Gyanban Thoughts: these few lines are attempting to capture the mood of the times we live in, or the chaos which surrounds us. How the pain around us is draining our minds and the will to keep moving. It ends hoping to smell the distant petrichor of hope and neutrality(heathen) of beliefs below. 

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Petrichor

Houses in flames,  and hearts ablaze streets in pain  and severed limbs strewn around In hate lies the heart, in rage lights the mind Tears ...