The grey, macabre sky

Purging of aquatic swords,

The cold shivers of winter

Immobilised my words.

The rain is now a villain.

Its droplets - ruthless, cruel,

A reflection of a stranger

I see forming in the pool.

I see an anxious expression

Under scrutinous restraint

This cloud-induced rebellion

Will leave the soul unchained.

The mesmerising firmament

Scattering aquatic jewels,

The warm breeze of summer

Vaporised my rules.

The rain is now a blessing.

A translucent symphony

Shows a familiar reflection

Breaking free from scrutiny.

I see the joyful colours

I hear the sound of bliss,

The cosmos celebrating

An unexpected peace.

Years have passed since you came in

Unexpectedly, like a storm.

You made me question everything

All that I knew before changed form.

My world fell and so have my nerves,

So I buried myself in denial

To put everything back on my terms -

A safe distance from your ambiguous smile.

I went through all stages of grief

As I willingly ripped my heart out.

Our interaction, although brief,

Left a deep mark, clear and loud.

I thought it was fear, or anger;

I thought you were wrong and I was right.

The sight of you made me lose my temper

Or end up in a "fight or flight".

I spent forever to come up with a name

For this awfully bizzare experience -

I tried everything and nothing came

Nor could I cause its disappearance.

It persisted with Herculean might

Piercing the layers it was under.

Finally, it had been brought to light,

Released from this prolonged slumber.

A feeling that I hesitated to define -

Powerful, bright and pristine.

A feeling that resists through time,

Mindbending, euphoric like a dream.

A feeling that awakes my soul,

An endless game of run and chase,

A feeling that I can't postpone

Nor cancel, drown, or replace.

Years have passed since you came in

And after all, today I know

This feeling that has crawled under my skin.

Finally, now, I can let you go.

Some things we say because we have to

Some things we say because we feel,

And sometimes saying what we mean to

Is not the same as being real.

Some things we say when we are hurt

Some things we whisper when in pain

And sometimes we discard those words,

Claiming they were said in vain.

Some things we say when we are joyful

Some things we say when we’re depressed

But telling the difference is impossible -

Which words are true or which are best.

Some things we say for hurting people

Some things we say for getting praise

Doesn’t matter if we’re good or evil -

We know that words are just a phase.

We know that words can hurt or kill

We know some things we say are wrong

We also know how words can make us feel

How fragile are we, while seeming strong.

Some things we say because we’re proud

Some things we say when insecure

Some things we fail to say out loud

When we are fearful or unsure...

If all the words were felt and chosen

And said at the right time and place,

Would people be less sad and broken

Would there be no more human race?