some storms are like thus...

Some storms silently scream
You never know when they come creeping...
But when they go away after the rampage...
You realize how much they left as damage...

Last night a storm thus
Came through devastating large
Sweeping away all protection
All my shields, in its raging motion...

Found how recklessly it robbed
Every part of me just sobbed...
By the wrecking apocalyptic salt
Rubbing on me, my gashing faults...

Felt how I was made to go back
Following steps of my primordial track...
The track that led to my birth's route
That track so uncivil, unpretentious, crude...

The track that had only innocent tapestry
The track leading to the original mystery...
Of life choosing to sprout only on this planet
Of human beings so genetically by chromosomes set...

Some storms are like thus...
They linger centuries after they pass...
They continue to keep us philosophically inclined
They lead to the unmaking of histories of mankind...

Some storms are so passionately profound
They leave us in pure debris, in shapeless mounds...
We lose it all we have kept with all our might...
We lose against ourselves...losing the mirror fight...