Don't stifle your voice,
Just because,
It doesn't sound the
same as society..!!

Never had I felt like a smothered sea encased
in a blazing wave of blasted verbs, drumless diction
double spaced, misplaced, overstressed adjectives,
paralyzed personification, fever-struck similes dozing
off to sleep, inane, disdained, an oblivious masterpiece
covered in splintered storms, an earth burning boulevard.

My memories were stone-cold shattered, heavy droplets
of ****** paragraphs splattering onto inglorious fractions,
a fallen kingdom, a thousand smashed engines with no
invention, no ignition or transmission, spine-chilling addition,
insubstantial subtraction swallowed by miscellaneous derivatives
and division, running out of time, gone and overthrown.

Wish I could have understood the unearthly decimals
dwindling in perishable plantations, ****** equations
and integration, pepper sauce alleyways rearranging
my crazed nation, decapitated rhythms begging for restoration,
salvation from the damaging hellfire striking a match on history.

Aren't we the same as the ancient trilobite... That no longer exists but still found in fossil memories?

For we may perish upon the face of the earth...

But our essence remains in the soil in the form of tender shapes carved in the rocks of yesterday...

We will be found in the hearts of all who loved us and still love us...
Inspite of our surrender in the ever flowing river of time!

Water always finds a way in.
The rain comes down,
the snow melts,
and the water finds the path
of least resistance.

Seeps into the cracks,
creeps under the shingles,
winds its way
through the areas left vulnerable
from years of slow erosion,
weakened integrity,
avoidance,
neglect of upkeep.
It begins to leak inside,
to create havoc,
to damage what should be kept
safe and dry.

Drops become trickles,
trickles become streams,
streams become rivers,
pools begin to form,
until the weight of itself forces advancement.
Pushing to find another route,
another way in.

Water persists.
Water permeates.

Water, like feelings of inadequacy,
always finds a way inside.

I am a dust laden untuned guitar in a corner.
Come toward me and wipe away all my loneliness and tune the untuned strings in my life with your warm hands.
Chat with me the way you sing melodiously along with your guitar's melodious tunes.

Beat my fears the way you beat your drums.
Read , understand , remember and love me like your books.
Listen to the noises , voices , whispers and sounds in my silences.
Give me an eternal space in your poetries.
Spent such moments with me that gets carved beautifully on the walls of my memories.
Get lost in my love the way you are into the melodies of your violen and piano while playing them.
Love me above the boundaries of ether.
Embrace me tightly in the arms of your soul and coalesce me within your soul.
And take me away in the ethereal cosmos with you.