The Reclaim

Many a year had passed.

A century shrouded in a aura of mystery,

Since civilisation jerked to a grinding halt.

The city remained lifeless,

Its buildings watched in helpless abandonment.

Flora revelled in their new found territory,

Sprouting stealthily in every crack ,

as if starved of space.

Creepers crept craftily up the walls,
Fettering the houses in its tight grip,
Stifling the phantom voices of children
who had once giggled inside.
They had lacked the prescient knowledge
that their times would be eventually
Forsaken, forgotten and now forfeited.
Beasts strayed with audacity,
Dogs missed their master's comfort,
Their savage instincts revived,
Making their primeval ancestors proud.
Unkempt grass carpeted the cobbled paths,
as if covering up a dark secret.
Raging winds weakened the mighty bridges,
Instigating their doomed collapse,
Concrete being devoured by the river under.
Nature was reclaiming her supremacy,
Trampling on the remnants of the usurper.
She wanted to erase the vilifying symbols
which indicated her past defeat.
It was her time to reign, forever.

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A stormy issue!!

Recent news shows a deadly looking Hurricane 'Sandy' lashing out across the Atlantic coast of the U.S and the Caribbean. Mr Obama and Mr Romney have temporarily stalled their presidential campaigns. Must be quite a breather for them, I think. And it is probably because I am not exactly caught in the eye of the storm, enjoying the comfort of being nestled somewhere in India, thousands of miles away, that the first thing that strikes me is the name. 'Sandy'. I wonder who it is who chooses names for storms, like it is a naming ceremony for a new born child. And why does this particular person (Read the Met Department) choose female names for most, if not all of them? It confounds me. Does the analogy imply that women are destructive with a vengeful spirit? Or, taking on a slightly positive note, powerful? In India, if i remember right, we have at at least one 'Aila', her sister 'Laila', a 'Nisha' and even a 'Nargis' wrecking their feminine havoc across the land and skies of the country. 'Thundering typhoons!' (Forgive me Captain Haddock for borrowing your irresistible imprecation), that's what I feel like saying to them, the evil, gender biased name-givers. It comforts me to think that maybe the reason for the bias is that nature with its beauty and fury has always been associated with feminist attributes. We never really had a 'Father Nature' did we? It was always about 'Mother Nature'. Currently she stands infuriated. And no amount of Obama and Romney will be able to assuage her ire, till she calms herself down. I hope all will be fine soon, those who most unfortunately have come under the stride of the vengeance seeking Miss 'Sandy'. Oh, and just got the news of a fresh alert of a Cyclone 'Neelam' in Tamil Nadu, Mind you, it's a girl this time too!



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Preamble

I had always wanted to start a blog. Now it might be a disguised form of procrastination, deciding to go about doing that just when I have my final exams coming up, but it might be just another sheer coincidence. I am happy, however, to finally have a space of mine in which I can pour out my views, experiences and opinions. It feels good sometimes to have a voice, to be heard by unknown ears and noticed by unknown eyes. And of course have the known ones around too, to give you their valuable viewpoints. Or maybe its just for myself. I don't know. There exists an unique relationship between the blogger and her blog. I made a good friend today. Let me embark on this journey, to discover what blogging is all about and why it is done. Ahoy!