A stalled monsoon trough over central Nepal
caused continuous torrential heavy rainfall
Slopes pushed up moisture from the Bay of Bengal
The catastrophe was looming large to befall.
Sudden breach of a moraine dam
Triggered Glacial Lake outburst floods
A surge of water and debris devastates
downstream, catching communities off guard.
Landslides continued to collapse slopes,
forming temporary dams that later burst
Steep valleys amplified runoff swift and fast
Flood of fury of all time unleashed the worst.
A compound climate disaster of twin sciences
Meteorology and geology to decipher in depth
monsoon extremes, unstable glaciers, terrain hazards
Perished hundreds of lives and left many homeless.
Sparse sensors, lack of predictive models a curse
Warrant real time glacial monitoring at source
With closely spaced weather station networks
And cross border early warning systems
…….Narayan Gadagkar
Fractured shards of grief
collide,
Chromatic tears of sorrow
fall.
Vibrant pain refuses to hide,
A kaleidoscopic, mourning
wall.
Splintered hope refracts the
light,
Geometric sadness fills the
night.
CHROMATIC AGONY
An iridescent ache blooms
deep within the heart,
As iridescent sorrow swirls
and offers no rest.
The mind fractures into a
thousand jagged planes,
Each reflecting a different
shade of bitter pains.
Prismatic desolation spins in
a dazzling wheel,
Making the heavy weight of
anguish feel unreal.
THE SPLINTERED SOUL
A kaleidoscope of silent,
weeping hues,
Blending the deepest blacks
with melancholic blues.
Beautiful catastrophe dances
in the dark,
Leaving upon the fragile soul
a burning mark.
Yet in this swirling tempest of
emotional grief,
The brilliant colors offer a
strange, sharp relief.
Driving uphill with only faith.
Stay in your lane at all cost.
Chance meetings can be catastrophic.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Could’ve answered your message immediately
But it came after our goodnights
Sure I lack intuition profoundly
Within seconds I should’ve replied
The next day morning I did
It was the long letter, as usual
I had no idea you couldn’t read
Being on life support in the hospital
Then your granddaughter messaged me
Couldn’t believe the news I read
But I had to face the catastrophe
And since then it’s another thread
The living has been reduced to
The inertial track of biology
But in memories I live with you
Maybe this corresponds with astrology
Now I question myself and reply
Reading messages fast, as if
You see it, love, with your eyes
That is how we secretly live.
A Beastly Catastrophe Damns Earth;
Facing Gruesome Hurricanes-
Invading, Jamming, Killing Landsmen.
Malicious Nature Of Pandemic Quakes;
Raging Savagery Threatens Understanding.
Vanishing, Waxing- Xanadu Yields Zero.
If her campaign goes like warm breeze,
And Trump’s loses its MAGA fizz,
Can an apostrophe
Cause such catastrophe?
In USA it does--
A few days of big buzz,
Which for Soupers forever is.
___________________________
Happenings |27.08.2024| political, America
Poet’s note: Is it Kamala Harris’ campaign, or it should be Kamala Harris’s. A great debate goes on in USA-- too much fuss for nothing, one might feel. But I have to play safe for this ditty’s caption with just ‘Kamala Harris campaign’. Why, one may ask. But we Soupers (contributing poets on PoetrySoup.com) know, apostrophe in a caption is a big no, no here. Why again? I don’t know, nor know if God knows.
In times of war
Safety is first
Priority.
There is always bound to be blood.
Run before the catastrophic flood.
I'm a divine catastrophe, an unplanned event moving
through time & space
A wormhole opened & I emerged from a one on one
cosmic interface
Space & time are as relative as any fact, but I know we
exist with all forevermore
I've come & gone at will under pain of death to live a
life of pain that's underscored
I perceive the world from a higher perspective so I'm
able to see & draw the lines
This overstanding is internal guidance within a broken
system that inner stands borrowed time
Rewind the lines to consume the words with a hungry heart
& listen with starving ears
I'll be judged by a constructive God but won't accept the
judgment from any of my peers
Be free of the fear of controlling chains that attach themselves
to mind & soul
You can't be bound if you know you're as free air & it's you
that's always in control
With my new job I got a pay
Every week I got to save
Money for some family fun
Until it came all undone
Now my balance is at nothing
Cause my car always has something
That needs to be fixed
All my money it has kicked
Out of my pockets, now I'm broke
All these repairs aren't a joke
Mechanics are getting rich
From my car being a b-- ch
Timing belts, distributor caps
Rods that are broken and snap
Oil leaking, it's not fun
Everytime I think it's done
A new problem makes me tired
Like the broken window wires
Brakes and spark plugs, oh my gosh
Is it ever gonna stop
All the money I put in
To get this years inspection
Sticker done so I don't worry
For all the passengers safety
Should be worth it now cause I
Don't have to look around and buy
A new car, I will have one
When all the repairs are done
This subject is too fraught for eloquent poetry
So please indulge me in a straightforward thought or three
For the first time in its modern history
Israel is on the brink of internal catastrophe
True, there's been bleeding before, sometimes severe
But to the rescue rode a Menachem Begin or a Golda Meir
Yet never before has the military been disaffected
And without it, the specter of an Israel unprotected ...
Morphing into invasions by Syria, Jordan, Hezbollah and Iran
Israeli captives marched to their doom in Tyre and Amman
Leaving Russia and China free to move in for the kill
Every holy site in Jerusalem ~ oceans of blood spilled
The world thrown into chaotic darkness, its center destroyed
All thanks to cowardly Bibi, who, fearing jail-time, turned paranoid
May his senses return immediately ~
Or may he vanish mysteriously
circling cumulus
catastrophic conditions...
capricious cyclone
Battered memories
meet radical acceptance;
They hit a crossroad;
I wanted what I wanted;
A proper catastrophe.
A young lad once got caught in his zipper
An unfortunate case of the ripper
He shed lots of tears
Never lost his fears
Of peeing in his new bedroom slipper.
TENTH PLACE WINNER
written March 1, 2022
entered "Naughty Yet Innocent" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mohan Chutani
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