Storm

Calm rupture for the umpteenth time
not dismissed casually as divine
Contemptuous to the causality
fast melting the transient
effervescently thrifting
sanity from the madman's burrow

Looking within for false hope
transcending the irreverent for the benign
Looking wayward for signs
faltering following the straight line
best left debilitated at the doorstep of whine
benumbed and aloof, never ready in time

For what is to be, has now come to be
what was then true is now a subject of mystery
What lies ahead, what lies within
what doesn't lie here is what emanates the grim

The truth, not sweet, the lies not true
the prerogative fast melting
with moments intermittent
certitude losing cue

The end of something,
why beginning of something new..?
neophyte's serendipity capsuling pioneer fate
every time I let you go,
I let go of myself too

Yet this to and fro is far too monstrous
soaking me through and through

Here it ends and the

lull begins,
the aftermath of storm
on both sides
causalities sidelined,
rationale into the blue

When I find out the reasons

I know it wouldn't be

far from the truth
I will find the way
not twice would I

need to search

when I begin to realize

there is no 'me'

whenever there is .. you