Why does the sky cry and the river roar?

To get the answer let me permit myself to draw similitudes! A human soul’s strength is as limitless as is the physical dimension of the sky above us. So, like how the soul finds a vent to its much excruciating clutter through tears, the sky does it by wringing the condensed vapors that adorn it!

LIFE--- a treasure which few treasure, is like a river, that cascades, twists, turns, gushes, surges, tumbles, roves; proving its existence! Life like the river is bound to be LOUD, the moment a lull takes over, it transcends swiftly into calm waters, a destination, where from there is no return!

Let the sky cry, for hoarding grief for too long would unleash dangerous consequences. Let the tears flow, for water sought to complete its cycle for LIFE to move on….

Sometimes….yes sometimes, it should not matter if it pours, it should not matter if the tough exterior crumbles revealing a vulnerable interior. Sometimes rules should be altered, manners condoned and resistance compromised!

As loud as life…goes a saying and so go the vicissitudes of life, banging, cajoling, and exhausting all energies soundly sleeping inside every new born soul. And in this exercise, nurture, tame and furnish the vessels that contain this weary spirit. As long as life lives, it has to be felt and heard, no matter how loud be the beats!

I saw it weep,

And clear all filth.

I saw it scream,

And silence death.

I saw it turn a turning,

And find new hope.

I saw it falling,

And grow new wings.

I saw myself hurting,

When all within, was reined.

I let all sluggishly crawl out,

And calm prevailed.

And then,

Astride the waves, I,

Uncovered, some dying dreams.

Wavering with hope, I,

Weaved, destiny into desires.

Roaring with passion, the river,

Spun, perspectives all new.

Pouring with love, the sky,

Scrubbed the dirt all clear,

And,

Surrendering my conquering shroud,

Never again did I let life DIE!