River

The currents in this river never cease. The calmness on surface doesn't reflect the turbulence underneath. The reflection that you see in the stillness of this water is your own. This river doesn't give away anything and what you see is what you seek. Get a canoe and have a ride or plunge a dive and have a swim. You may enjoy the moment and cherish it too. But in the end you'll leave. And this water shall flow in grace between its banks. This river is destined to flows in its fated path.

But sometimes in storms this river overflows. When certain rain rains on and on, this river can hold no more. The undercurrents in this water changes intense, making turmoil. And with unknown force raging wave after wave crash on the floodgates breaking all dams. And this river overflows, its water spilling out...

And its water spills out, flooding my eyes. It trickles down as tears till all sobs cease and storm pass. This river is my self within. And the waters in it are raving emotions flowing within.