The Moving Reunion

The Ramp rolled down, searching, gliding slow and steady, reaching out to the ones who had almost lost hope. It became the symbol of humanity and survival as it transported beleaguered, traumatised men one by one. The world watched with baited breath, expectantly the release of prisoners from their hot, claustrophobic earthly tomb. The unfortunate having been almost buried alive for over two months. Banners, cameras, microphones, screaming crowds assaulted the miners senses but were pushed to the background. Only the sheer pleasure of being alive, reunited with loved ones, surrounded by well wishers, concern for those left behind remained.

( Inspired by the latest and similar rescue acts across the world )

# 8 Random Musings For The Day

'Think before you Speak'

'Plan before you Act'

'Practice before you Attempt'

'Look before you Leap'

 ....What happened to Good Ole Spontaneity ???

The Flood

She woke up groggy, the flu’s effect dizzying, to her brother's warning not to step out. He, friend and car stranded on the highway. She watches out of the window, swirling waters seeping through row houses below. Her husband stuck at work, she watches, as the power fails, the rooftops of submerged cars, their warning red lights casting eerie patterns in the dark waters. The rain gods relentless, the high tides adding to the woes, the levels increasing with every passing hour, sucking life away in the strong currents forever. Her building stands alone - an island in the foreboding gloom.

(My experience in the Bombay flash floods of 26/07/05 )

The River

She flows timeless from the glaciers as a stream,

a torrent on the dive down, gushing and rushing.

She never pauses, she and her children numerous,

parting along the way, a rendezvous to keep.

She ambles along, sludge and sin her feet make heavy,

 watches listlessly the rise and fall of civilisations.

She sees herself dyed in the brightest red -

the colour of war, the colour of hate.

She dodges through the obstacles course, 

with the ease and skill of a sturdy veteran.

She carries moaning not, the burden of floating bodies,

the steerer on their onward journey.

She takes in all the abuse and mire, stoic and proud,

granting countless souls the elixir of life.

Onwards forever is she bound,

 her ocean beckoning relentlessly,

Until the mountains, her home erodes,

Until the Earth stretches her tired limbs again,

# 7 Random Musings For The Day

Someone's nonsense can make perfect sense to someone else !!!  Its a matter of perception, abstraction and derivation....