Calmness in Chaos

A charm of innocent birds-

Some juvenile, few seasoned,

Racing in the blues, as it turns greyish black

Thunderous whoop of clouds

Rendering the winged creation, deaf

 

 

Chaos- some perceive,

As droplets of water traverse miles from above

Some pace for shelter,

Others sway and twirl in divine ambrosia

Quite a few devour the mysticism of petrichor

 

 

Nostalgia drenches me

The aroma of his breath invigorates the air

I feel his lips savoring the droplets on my face

It’s the same alignment of atoms as that day, isn’t it?

Ah yes! The same current I feel electrifying my frame

 

 

An hour of splendor infuses life in greens,

Smiling flora, rejuvenated fauna

Order seems to have found its way, away from the chaos

Assuaging my qualms, I seek comfort from the skies

Sky, that now appears serene after a turbulent ride

 

 

I pray for tranquility, for equilibrium, for poise

After all, it’s all about finding calmness in chaos!