Tectonic Dance

by K.S. Subramanian

A numb feeling in your heart;
The tectonic dance tears the
homes apart and the
homeless stare frozen into an empty
horizon; the joy and pain of making
a home brick by brick has been
jolted into a rubble;
The sudden uprush of anger in
the faultlines fragments living;
A vale of memories has
vapourised in a tumultuous
minute; the dead have no tongue
and the living no voice.

But they have to rise again,
as if dusting the grime on their shirt.
Build a new home, renew the memory trail.

25-Apr-2015

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Welcome, Mani Ji

alwaysaparna
05-May-2015 05:21 AM

Thanks for the lively picture, Aparnaji.

mani
28-Apr-2015 22:24 PM