Offbeat Poetry

Raging Storms

The skies a sinister purple

As the looming grey clouds

Showed their tyranny over

the beams of the dying sunset.

 

An enigmatic peace hangs in the air,

The smell of danger invading the lair

 

In the fabric of expansive space,

Weave the threads of darkness.

In the depths of the water maze

Stirs from its sleep, the Loch Ness.

 

The heavens erupt in lightening bolts and

Bellows of thunder, as Zeus unleashed his rage.

The calm before the storm is shattered,

The skies illuminated by the furious blizzard.

 

The breathtaking sea brewed in obvious anger,

As harsh waves crash violently on jagged rock.

Geethika Simma
A kindred spirit with a dry wit and a sharp tongue. I have an unhealthy obsession with reading and writing. I also sing a bit and shuffle my feet to music which I’d like to think as dance. When I leave my hair out, I look like someone who enjoys sticking their fingers in the electrical socket. This blog is an outlet for my scribbles, doodles, and occasionally a platform for my poetry and artwork. It could be a simple observation about life or a heated debate about the political atmosphere in India – any topic under the sun and galaxies beyond could serve as writing material for me.
https://geethika98.wordpress.com/

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