Struck by Tornado

I’ve been thru’ a tornado of emotions for more than 52 hours now. Sloshed, swept and scattered – in the floods of my own self. Caught in between eyes that only seemed to doubt. Words that echoed to my shell-like could be no bitter than what they heard. And the time to prove ‘em all was only task on high priority.

I don’t remember blinking.

I don’t remember eating.

I don’t remember being thirsty.

I don’t remember breathing, infact.

So deeply drowned was I, I didn’t know the way to the surface was upwards.

But, I survived. May be I was on artificial breathing, but that can’t be all. And so it wasn’t. Coz though I was all tattered-n-torn, my will remained intact.

My hope attained a higher altitude.

My conscience proved it was clearer than ever.

And thankfully, the biting cold war ended.

The unpleasant truth was believed, and I was rescued.

Snow melted, peace kissed me and freed me from the tragic mishap I invited myself.

Now, I look before I leap, and I think that’s what I shall live by – till I last.