tall story of salt rain

i basically wrote this weeks ago (24 january to be exact) a forgotten piece i would say, no memory came out about this til i saw this particular little “poem” in my laptop. an exaggerated metaphoric imagination of ocean waters turning into droplets, (that is undergoing evaporation)  and getting trapped in the sky as clouds. funny imagination

imagine that you are being one of the water molecules among the trillions which given hope to be able to fly to sky. and turns out to be nasty when you found out that you are getting trapped in the sky as clouds. very disappointing, right?. a lethal seduction that “pre-planned”; i would say, for us “to be” water molecules. (crazy way to ponder about water ) ~~indulge~~

an escape through surface

battle out for freedom

a fight for liberation

cry of the humble brine

for every drop of escape,

shows success of nature

tears of the salty waters

cruel curse for the ocean– wicked yet pleasing

from the ocean to the sky

tiny droplets rushed to heaven

looking down at the perfect earth

it was all none other than a huge blunder

sweet escape turned rancid

when the sky sets the limit

no escape no freedom

liberation is perfect fiction

pass time fable for insane

as the tiny waters concern,

escape is nothing

stuck in ambiguous space

it is the perfect trap