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I take a deep breath amid a tempest To call it a tempest seems belittling As I go through the storms of thoughts To catch a word a phrase or an idea To write something for tonight A fraction says write about walking out of fear Another says write about courage of a kid And yet another asks to write about divinity Within the layers of plasma over my open eyes Every word fetches a different scene Every phrase as a glimpse of an old story Every idea as a source of inspiration But the heart is not satiated with these all The dancing fingers shake within The pulsating veins speed up a bit What am I searching for in this moment? What can I do to repay this pious breath? How can I repay the blessings of the moments? Stories of my friendships and relations Sufferings witnessed of self and others Smiles received and caused like a dew drop Seasons of change overcome like a river The Magic of growth perceived off a mountain The ancient depths of an ocean and its secrets What and how to pen them down in few lines Oh the passion the zeal and relentless hunger Here I am being disposed into yet another night The only demand of the moment being LET GO In return of a smiling little sleep of exhilaration SWANSH.. 30/03/2016.