And the boxes came tumbling down

On Sunday evening
when light began to fade
 the breezes slowly picked up
drying the sweat upon my face.
The grasses in the lawn began swaying
as did the branches on the trees
And we sat there, 
still enjoying the slowly speeding breeze.

By nightfall, the wind had picked up 
and the windows started rattling
We knew it wasn't normal 
But didn't know what's really brewing.

As night progressed, the winds howled
and  the clothes stand in the balcony
danced a crazy waltz with the Cafe chair and potted plants.
To the door's erratic rattling beat .

As morning broke, the sun hid behind a cloak of murky grey
The rain came splashing on the glass, 
"Let me in!" it seemed to say.

The plants had fallen and looked sad
But I couldn't rescue them 
as the wind kept pushing in.

In the bathroom, a glass pane fought valiantly 
to stay inside its frame
But by afternoon, the wind pried it loose and sent it
crashing in  the rain.

By then, the boxes stuffed on top of the window AC
Began to tumble down 
And crushed the plants that already were in pain.

But looking out I found out that this was nothing much
The wind and rain that lashed the trees 
brought many crashing down.
A hundred years or more, 
many of them had stood, 
watching changes over the years in my genteel neighbourhood.
Standing sentinel over sprawling bungalows, 
that turned into concrete towers, 
one by one.

The hillside ravaged by greedy builders 
who claimed to develop the land
was weakend weary by the constant digging deep inside.

And  Nature she was tortured by this pillaging and destruction
of her grace and benediction 

So on Monday as the winds howled
 and the boxes fell one by one, the trees crashed onto cars, 
houses blew off, seas bashed the coast
And reminded us that Nature is a force
that needs respect and love.

Categorized as Personal

By Unishta

A granny who always sees the humour in life and tries to do things differently. When others make cupcakes, this granny makes banana fritters. When she’s not busy chasing her grandchildren who love making her run around, she indulges in her passions of reading, writing, meeting friends and watching movies. And somewhere between all this she enjoys travelling and cooking! And how could I forget blogging ????


    1. Thanks for stopping by . I had to start a new one because my old URL was pointing to a blue site . I was so horrified that I wanted to stop blogging . Then I realised that it made more sense to start afresh


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