Storm

Millions of thoughts came into my mind,

Should I say something, should I not.

Each part of me remain silent but the noise,

This entrapment destroyed me a lot.

There’s an uproar inside which keeps me quite.

It searches for spaces to be louder and bright

But remains within my bones and when I close my eyes,

Swallowing the pain of my wounds,

Patiently it advice,

I know it hurts inside but for the sake of your goodness,

Remember your venture in thousand ways,

Enunciate your perceptions.

You are the ocean holding so many tears,

The truth of your existence is known by the worlds,

Quieter the ocean, the deeper it is.

Nobody dares to dive inside your Swirls.

Fool are the people who challenged the oceans.

Without thinking of ramifications.

They try to evaluate the depth for whom the abyssal can’t be described in words.

The purpose isn’t to be expressed all the time,

Your tranquility reveals a Swarm.

The ocean has so much to tell but he remains silent

The only moment he speak and you call it the Storm.