The clock ticked and a red needle jumped from south to north,
The tidal wave was swelling,
turgid waters raged and roared upwards with an all engulfing fury,
a dark wall rose a hundred feet poised to strike like an angry serpent,
waves lashed out mercilessly,
walls turned red and time stopped.
Then amazingly it was receding; the fury reigned in
but all too soon, dark clouds formed a black canopy blotting out the azure,
waters rose yet again; angrier than never before
ripping apart sanity and hope like matchsticks.
Screams sounded from somewhere afar,
Hands clutching and groping in mindless fear
And then suddenly, a tiny light flickered hesitantly
Growing steadier;sheltered with gentle hands
beads of sweat lined the forehead and a tired body sagged with relief.
Moist eyes opened to a tiny life,
It was a labor of love and I was a mom.
I wrote this piece after I had my child. ‘Pain’ had acquired a new dimension and it was, as though, I was reborn after a catharsis.