Killed by the Nature

All this time I never thought about the dark sky with a bright moon,

Holding hands with the deep sea, which tried to engulf it soon.

I never saw the moss, green and azure, blanketing the rocks of the shore,

And smelled the enigma of the invisible air; it was so pure.

I never ventured beyond the reaches of this mystified nature,

I was always focused on the one, my beautiful 'creature'.

But when I found that few dreams can never be materialized,

I stepped quietly into this serene nature, hopeful and disguised.

I remember that night, when the lightening appalled my eyes,

Cold, metallic and shiny it appeared; it looked so nice.

I was drifted towards the insane purity of its appearance,

But its brightness was so perfect that I couldn't extend my bearance.

One second it hovered there and the next second it was gone,

It sparkled the great grey clouds when simultaneously they were torn.

I could feel the magic of might tingling the hair behind my neck,

It was something so pellucid, something which was worth to fetch.

I started to walk in the direction where the gentle breeze pushed me,

I reached a river and I watched it slapping the rocks harshly.

I never felt so amazed to listen to the sound of such consistent violence,

The sound the river produced mended my bleeding ears with exuberance.

The moonlight directed a bundle of beautiful silver light right into my swollen eyes,

This light brightened all the dark patches within me and I started to feel nice.

My dying body started to restore its fervour as the energy it inflicted was grand,

I started to assemble once again from scattered particle into a mountain of sand.

But soon darkness started to spread in front of my new vision,

The moonlight became distorted and the blackness gulped it without hesitation.

The wonderful breeze which had been blowing started to become rough,

The solemn eclipse was followed by this gale which was unbelievably tough.

And then the river changed its course, it started to gain huge heights,

The strength it displayed was enough to haunt a person till death in his frights.

No longer it was slapping the rigid rocks; it devoured them greedily in one go,

The energy it emitted eventually was icy; it felt as if I was standing naked in the snow.

Everything changed its rigour and route almost immediately then,

The thunder which has allured me once caused the worst mayhem.

The river overflowed, the rough gale blew and the thunder splitted my ears apart,

I had healed so perfectly a moment ago and now I had to again collect myself from the start.

The eerie darkness started to suck me in, into the depths of utter discomfort,

And the pressure with which it tried to pursue its intentions, evidently hurt.

I could not feel my limbs tearing apart as the circumstance made me so numb,

The pain it caused asked me to shriek wildly but then I had turned completely dumb.

I churned in the charisma of nature which I thought was always velvet,

The silver light which was so soothing to my open wounds became violet.

I started to lose control over my even breathing while I writhed in the dark,

And the lightening illustrated my grievance with an occasional blinding spark.

I've really felt all this with a much greater intensity at some point of time in my past,

I remember clearly that my once jubilant life had started to lose its flavour very fast.

The situations I was subjected to then gave birth to a troglodytic poet within me,

Who wrote about pain, separation and deceival because it was the only source of his glee.