I wonder why do such things happen in the night! Anyways…
I was fast asleep, in my dreamworld, when I heard her scream,
The fear in that scream was palpable. It was my mother’s voice.
I got up with a start just to find my mom sleeping peacefully. What a relief!
Just a bad dream, I thought and I went back to bed.
And just before I was about to enter my dreamland, someone whispered in my ear,
“That was fun, wasn’t it?”
It’s been more than a decade since Mumbai was faced with the trauma of floods. Is today another 26th July, 2005?
Pouring, like it won’t stop, these rains.
A fear rises in the minds,
Let it not be another flood! Not again, not this time.
The stranded past, flashes;
The cries of the babies,
The sighs and the dread.
Again a high tide, twice in a day,
Again the merciless clouds,
Again the tearing pain.
The walking on the tracks,
The staying back at offices,
The zero communication scenario.
Not again, not this time.
Oh please, not again!