whispers of sea
where the cold storm
gathers in the grey
sky, and the waves
pound the shore
running back
pushing down
arching like
fiery cats,
the ache of the storm
a tearful cloud
the song of
a poem.

Given,  blood is the element of heart
And logic is the element of brain.
Soul equals life and
mind equals imagination n creativity.

Let mind be the abstract of brain
And soul be the abstract of heart.
Then,
Won 't a ****** logic be
An imagintive and creative life?
Maths is a poetry !
Thus proved.

When brought to you it brings you undue stress
unwelcome guest that turns the soul to red
It comes upon you in your mind's address
a barrier with chains that have been bled

Suffocation that starts a loudly tick
you wrap the condition around your life
you rustle the sheets, and no sleep- lungs kick
and throw away chances-- sharp as a knife

One will claw you, and another will pull
an endless battle-- only you alone
mind is scattered, try to keep a handful
words can not escape, I miss my own tone

At my own hands I sink and fall and drown
surrendering to the trench that keeps me down

When I was starving,
  the poetry fed me

When I was sick,
  the verse made me well

When I was homeless,
  the words gave me cover

When I was lost,
—the voice led me home

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)