Dilemma

Creeping noise in it's wildest tone

inside me of the world of it's own

Surrounding me, the aroma, air, lights

filled with silence of the desert nights. 

Both are struggling to win a race

yet devoting themselves to their own pace

When two stages were just preparing their props

monotony dazzled with a string of drops. 

Battle of the rain just broke the chain

with it's furious sound like a speeding plane

Silence is not silent now

I wonder, inner noise is drowning how? 

Fighting for a land some right, some wrong

that stayed drought within me for a very long

No fight now, water filled the cracked

drops falling on body have deeper impact.