Article : The rising storm

No one can stop me, I am like a selfish thunder that roar in the sky for dark themes and rage haunt...

sometimes I do feel weak due to my dark past,

many problems obstructed me from realizing the reality, they tried to push me harder and harder,

I was making a long path like a worm,

I knew I was a rising storm,

sunken dreams, flooding thoughts and compressed mind- do push me towards the weather forecast, its seems that my fear is the cause of this crisis...

I laugh sometimes, sometimes dwell on my smile,

thinking for a while- I find myself keep moving and moving by the time,

I have no other chance, neither a back up nor a patch up,

ugly pale moonlit sunlight covers my face with an irritating flash, such that my dirty fingers too aren't able to tackle them up,

the glow of stars is seeming gloomy now a days,

looks are fading each second,

the upstream of water is holding me down, intensity of silence is much more than the grounded attitudes,

I am stopping myself from funking out,

still I need some time to get better these days,

the unstoppable mechanism of my mind wont let me leave my encountered weakness,

so its better to fall apart by the time of this rising menace,

I will still keep plucking the grains of sand as worm,

as I am a rising storm.