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through the storm?

until the day ends
as if we're ever friends
whatsoever.

did I ever ask your
number?

a way to speak
everything's so quick
now.

where are you gonna
take me?—

Knob kneed and pale,
I glow
before the waves with toes painted green

like the world through a piece of sea glass, my vision hazed and

calm. Your thumb presses my fingers

like the tactile press of a keyboard's

steps towards the fully formed sentences

I can't quite seem to finish. The storm on the horizon

is electrifying. It drowns out my breath with each rumble

echoing over the waves and we know we should leave,

move to safety,

but the water is the most intense

shade of you.

Corruption In The Mind

Trees get uprooted

Roofings of dwellings destroyed

Still impenitent—

That stormy night,

You held me really tight,

Dark like coal was the atmosphere,

The fuming sound we could only hear!

Yes nature was furious,

It like Hulk looked rather dangerous,

Our home emerged like Noah’s ark!

During that night, scary and dark.

Through the night we called one name only,

It was none but the Omnipresent Almighty!

Eyes closed.

The distant sound of lazy, rolling waves caresses your ears. You're no stranger to patterns and repetition, but the predictable noise of the tide is somehow different, somehow comforting.

Inhaling deep breaths of salty air that carries the song of no responsibilities or cares, you revel deeply in the foreign sensation of utter tranquility. 

A bird calls from somewhere nearby and it shakes you only slightly from this dream like reverie.

A perfect escape.

You find yourself humming along to the tune of the breeze as it playfully ruffles your hair; the thought of sangria crosses your mind for a brief moment, but drinks are best for leaving the office behind.

And right now, you're in paradise,

no liquor required.

You stretch sore muscles, still stiff from sitting in that damned chair for what feels like days on end. The warm tropical air seems to breathe life back into a weary body.

Your shoulders momentarily shudder. The weight of your normal life unexpectedly seeps in like an unwanted visitor.

Guilt.

You fumble and struggle to push it out of your mind and refocus again on the warmth of the midday sun against your face.

Outside of this place, there's a storm. A relentless hurricane that batters against stability; torrential rains pound against buildings and flooded streets keep you trapped in that  office.

It's a dreary and abysmal existence.

If you think hard enough, you can recall a time when the sun would shine bright, and the sky was an endless sea of the richest blue.

When birds chirped melodies and the trees gladly borrowed  shade with leafy green palms.

Yet what once was life in technicolor gave way to dismal greyscale, and soon the rains came. What was supposed to be a season stretched on for uncomfortable lengths, and one day  you realized the storm was here to stay.

The relentless showering of water upon rooftops, and the continual howling of angry wind was enough to drive a man mad.

Yet you'd caught glimpses of the sun a few times- the briefest moment when the blanket of sullen grey cracked, and for those few seconds, hope was renewed.

Hope that the sun may yet shine again, that the birds may return; the only memories of the storm now collecting in raindrops rolling off their feathers.

It wasn't much, but it kept you holding on, and that's when you stumbled upon the secret place. A hidden corner of the world, somehow untouched by the storm outside.

It was the best and worst thing you could have discovered.

Each visit was a small slice of paradise, a break from watery misery, but your footprints tracked muddy reminders of bleak reality every time you entered. You feined ignorance but couldn't turn a blind eye to what was happening.

White sands, gradually staining with the murky darkness of the storm.

So often you mused to yourself if this place was your savior, or ultimate damnation.

For as pleasant and relaxing as it was, the nagging guilt of leaving others outside  as you indulged in relief left you walking back into the downpour with your head down,  and heart heavy.

It was impossible to tell if this tropical escape was necessary for staying your sanity, or if it was only a matter of time before it too fell prey to the swallowing blackness looming on the doorstep.

Only the roaming hands on the clock face of life could know the answer you searched for. And if you were honest with yourself, nothing else could quite compare to the way this beachy escape could make you feel. It stirred a long dormant part of you awake, and to lose this secret cove could feel like severing a lifeline.

You needed this.

For a man can only take so much mud and water squelching in his shoes before he slips under the same floods that have claimed so many before him.

"Perhaps, just perhaps, ignorance truly is bliss"

With renewed clarity, you dig your toes beneath warm sands  while the seagulls call, and a smile of contentment settles on your face.

When the breeze blows just right,

and the waves crash in tune,

you can nearly drown out the sound of the wailing winds behind you.

Last night did enter the forceful wind,

Defying the window blind,

I could feel the gush of cold air,

Along with the splash of tiny droplets there.

Near the window,

I could not but go,

I thought I was the winner,

Defeating the fierce nature!

Coming back to the bed again,

The very thought of rain plagued my brain!

The constant storm,

I dread of it

First it's still,

And then it's hit

I happy thee,

Friendly among them

But lies I find,

So, have I, sprung condemn

Oh! It lies, it lies!

It knows not what of me

The deceit it brings,

Transforms all to she!

I understand not,

of all these deceits

But understand this,

with all, shall come defeats!

With every drip and every drop

The sky cries down in seclusion

Searching for eyes to notice

Blue skies, the ultimate illusion

She screams to the silence

A thunderous noise that carries

Her wounded longing call,

Thirsty eyes, she’d marry

Her rolling clouds distract

From the storm brewing inside

Trying to disguise her feelings

But no longer can they hide

The winds gain spiteful speed

Her furious winds circle round

Lifting heads and hearts

Wreaking havoc on the ground

All her stars she wished upon

Faded into crumbling ashes

A dying desire for affection

That only ended in her lashes

As the gloomy madness concludes

Her vibrate blues come to play

Covering up her sadness

To unleash on another day