In a puddle there lies a swinging boat.
The children must have made it
With frail minds and wasting energies
And I do not blame them
But this sight brings my puffy eyes
Just some more wetness.
I abhor the sight of the little red app.
Letters of T, O and I combine
To bring me misery.
But I shouldn’t feel this way, truly.
Everything edging its way towards catastrophe
Does not reach its destination-I tell myself.
Sometimes buildings don’t crash,
And worlds don’t crumble.
But my heart has already sunk in his floods.
It cannot rise to the surface-
Reaching out to those sensible words seems impossible
I am living in a heartbeat.
The risk I took is driving me crazy
But being on the antipodes will not help either.
I will be driven crazy in either case.
And all I can wait for
Is the end of mine and his raging floods.
This is the expression of a long-distance relationship with the male on one side, battling a flood in Chennai. And the female on the other side, battling her supple heart-quaking with the fear of the end to her world, her world in Chennai.
Sometimes nature tests love, but the heart can only hold so much.