The coast is clear and the sky is tinted with orange hues,
but I still feel the remnants of the storm inside of me.I readjusted my floral stole; as the zephyr of dusk dried the tears marring my cheeks. Again I gazed across the aureate coast, and the tangerine hues painting the horizon afront. While haunting anguish thrummed inside me alike remnants of calamity that befell
a year ago.When visited my parents to bask in tranquility of this coast; which faded fatefully to Nature's numinous ire, as rose the furious blue: the towering tsunami tides of doom; sweeping ashore with a merciless soar and devouring lives with a deafening roar ... devouring lives of my parents.
My toes curled into the grains of sand as I battled to keep my tears at bay; while the breeze quickened its pace slightly, tugging my long ebony strands towards the prideful domineering cliffs at my left: my destination barely a mile away.
I trudged the ascended slope as sandy grains bled to grassy bristles piercing my feet, seeking to dissuade my intention bittersweet. So long I had survived, simply for my parents' wishes; but I can no more, for lanced with anguish my strength cripples; and wanes my solace in breath and life.
And where else should I breathe my last; other than the very tides which claimed the lives of my parents.
I reached the top; as the ebb and flow of tides alluringly glimmering with abandon, possessed my soul; rising and shattering against the rocky walls of cliffs, impassioned.
Hypnotising and beckoning me, to submerge and evanesce evermore.
With unwavering intent, I relinquished and plunged myself in the engulfing embrace of hibernal waves; as icy claws of death seeped within me, seizing my palpitating heart and stealing my breath; as I exhaled my last ...
Surrendering to dusky anguish;
alike sol receding to vanish;
unperceived, unknown:
another life wanes:
to dark it fades.» © Vani_Arora «
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