I traced the texture of your words
Like my heart was blind
And your voice was braille

Voice of wind speaks to me in language
one that I can't comprehend
fluttering of leaves by passage of wind reminds of men in herds,
looking for some possession in kind
wind has a soul, one that doesn't need shelter
just like gold which doesn't depend on carving for lustre
wind reminds me of God; of all his creation whenever it blows, that's when my inner thoughts seek meditation...

Theme - Inner Speech

Unsolicited tussle in the days of misery
contemplating the meaning of life
stopping the boat to the shore in a peremptory, manner
the waves reprieved the oarsman's knife
Perpetual suffering of one is the reason to strife ...
-js

Theme - Inner Peace

Getting nauseous of feelings
have dilemma about concealing, presence hypothetically that's my paranoia
or just changing of myocardia
-js

Theme- Inner Peace

Tranquil of vehemence
blended with some old school music usually dejection feels intense
when raised out of the catastrophic, emotions

Soliciting an escape
a door, a window from I could fall,
lend me the cape
that'll help my emotions to stall,
I went to the gateway of repentance
together with my delusion,
They said it wasn't the presence
that alone counted for being in an illusion