The Night of the Storm

A slight breeze blew,
Rippling the surface of the deep blue vastness
A faint stirring within grew
As a thousand raindrops beat a tattoo restless

Slowly, surely windy now
No faint stirring, but churnings abound
Relentlessly beating about the brow
A shower of hails hail the stormy storm

Crests of waves, formed white and high
Foaming, seething, wildly seeking
The ocean breaking in moans and sighs
The musky gale now faster, shrieking

The eye of the storm appears
In its inky blackness is salvation true
Not yet exhausted, but the pinnacle nears
Taut is every nerve and sinew

And at its peak, silence is all
Pure bliss achieved, euphoria floods
The last crescent waves gently fall
And the sun rises... red as blood.


  1. Ashutosh11:51 PM

    ma kasam kya poem likhhi hai (agar kahin se taapi nahi hai to )..... aadhe words to mujhe samajh hi nahi aaye aur baaki aadhon se pata hi nahi chala ki poem mein kya likha hai.... but i know that the poem is very nice ... good work

  2. Ashutosh11:52 PM

    dekh main aajkal kitna vella hoon ki tera blog bhi padh raha hoon :(

  3. meri calories tujhe lag jayein..

  4. silence never says, whether it was before or after the storm. and thus i am scared of it. Its the storms that i feel comfortable with. Atleast you know for sure it will accompany destruction.

  5. Shashi12:20 PM

    Awesome... nice description of growing intensity of wind and its effect on deep blue ocean as poem unfolds...

  6. Once again splendid combination of words and pictures .

    And at its peak, silence is all
    Pure bliss achieved, euphoria floods

  7. lovely poetry depicting d fury nd calmness of mother nature :) good read !!

  8. Wow! what a stunning piece, you have way with the words, for sure! Last stanza is my favourite, sun rises red as blood. I could see it.

    1. Thank you Meenakshi :)


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