The Downpour that Conquered Souls

Those days lacked luster, at its unfolding,

When the drizzle transfigured to a downpour.

Went on through day and night and day and night,

Until water gushed into the streets and homes.

The farmlands and homes abandoned.

All richness and grandeur eluded.

The divine resource on earth, no more divine.

But turned to be a rogue, as destined.

The state fell apart, insecure and petrified,

Flocking rescue homes around.

But we ain’t broken, we ain’t worn out.

We rose above the unsurpassed,

Into inimitable sentient beings of all times.

And the rest of the eventuality, in the news of the globe.

”The unseen calamity of the century.” they said.

”Rising water levels, Dams opened”

No resources, unmet needs, and chaos all around.

But united we stood across caste, creed, and race,

In Our God’s Own Country.

About This So Called Idealist!!

I have been a bit obsessed with this phrase “Perfect Imperfections” that has popped up in front of me a couple of times ( Yeah, I do bother to take a look of all that). Somehow this phrase has managed to push in some extra blood into my carotids and has done its job and made its way to The Idealist !!

This is my first blog post, that have taken birth after a few vague calculations in my mind.

To begin with, I am a medical student, trying to find a home away from home, and currently is in the state of transformation of the normal girl in me into a healer.

If my endeavour to wake up someone’s inventiveness, give it a cup of innovation and make its way to formulation,triumph over, the indolence and anguish that have put me into turbulence in the past few days would come into tranquility.🌸