Inside me swirls a storm~ By Sameera Rashid

A tempest evolving in the sky-
Bowing to the earth
The tall pines
Through the curvatures the wind howls
Within the tree crevice a nest of owls
Oblivious to the raging uproar
Clawing the eggs.

And indifferent to the storm
Are two lovers
Drawing hearts on the smoky panes
Soon drip into nothingness 
The warm breath
And the signs.

The sky spitting up
Angst
Couched in syllables and chants
Not spoken, written and read
Only heard
A universal hymn.

Inside me swirls a storm,
Achingly drifting to the edges
But without the talisman to burst the bounds.

Till I become the sky
That
Is adept at outpouring the
Chaos
With the tongue of gold
And deluging the 
Tumult
With the spirit of sorrow

Till then
I'll skirt around the screaming whirlpools
Whose center 
Diminishes
And the rims
Glorify
My suffering.

But all in silence.
Without the
Sound and 
Fury.
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Author Bio:
Sameera Rashid is a mid-career civil servant based in Lahore, Pakistan who writes poetry to let go of angst and euphoria simultaneously. Rashid's work has appeared in The Coldnoon International, The Sunflower Collective and The Madras Mag.