Hurricane

She stands in the hurricane eye,
he reaches inwards through
the slapping winds,
gushing water,
and some dust.

She lives in stand-still,
time hauled.
He walks in between breaths,
that even his compass loses sanity.

For him,
she is in the eye of disaster,
for her,
he is just in the making.

-Taru Gupta


So, this one is basically about how sometimes you have to go through a lot of crap in order to finally understand things and be at peace, like the analogy of hurricane and its eye (with the latter being peaceful)

I hope you liked my poem. Please like, share, comment your thoughts and follow my blog for more poetry.

Love,
Taru.

 

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