When the Himalayas sung a melancholic tune

                                                        Photograph: Omar Havana/Getty Images

Debris pile up each day,
Bricks and bones, buried under the rubble,
thousands of lives wiped out from the surface of earth with one sudden shy of mother earth.

A mother looks for her child in the remnants, 
couples wrapped in an eternal embrace waits under the debris,
friends hold hands,
life has left them behind for long now,
their stony gaze waiting to melt into dust.

The livings,
mourn the dead,
scream to the heavens in betrayal,
blame the gods for its wrath,
and then sob into submission.

Survival brings souls close to humanity,
erasing the lines of religion, race, creed & language.

Under the streetlights, they fight cold now,
hunger breaking their resolve a bit more with each inch of time.

Who will light candles in their dark sadden hearts,
who will heal their bruises,
who will teach them to hope?

Perhaps, its time we need to understand the futility of life itself or else tomorrow when the mountains roar, heavens bled and the ocean comes to our homes, the blame will still lie with Mother Earth.