Monday, July 13, 2015

Fury




He wanted the rains
Little did he know that she was the storm
He wanted gentleness
She was passion, in all her naked glory

All he wanted was a light drizzle
But what he got was fury
Like the bolt of lightning that lit across the sky
Like thunder, the kind that deafened your ear drums

What he didn't know was that
She was not meant to be tamed
That nothing stood in her way
That she burned to ashes all that she set her eyes on
Her name was destruction
She was fury...



14 comments:

  1. I thought that was lovely, well done. Greetings!

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  2. Furious poem. We don't always get what we want I guess. :)

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    1. And me :D Love you, soul sister <3

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  4. I can feel the energy of that storm in your writing: such passionate fury! ;) And I love the photo too! :) <3

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  5. Nice picture poem combo ! I like the fury ;-)

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  6. That's rhythmic in its own beauty. Love it. Beautifully done Aathira. Missed reading you :)

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    1. Thanks so much, Shanx! I'm guilty of not reading your posts too. Shall blog hop soon!

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