Salty Streams

With a sharp prickle within your Heart Like a thorn in between those soft rose flowers And the rapid trembles of your Body Which feels like Collapsing of Beautiful Towers With the raging breadth That breaks through your Soul And the Clogged throat That Holds back a Pile of Notions at the Shore Like a Dam seizing the flow of Water That threatens it to break Through its Core It makes its way through the Threshold Which holds the deep ocean Full of Shattering Hopes Carrying away all the abandoned emotions which are trapped somewhere tired of being Tied up with damaged ropes Ripling its way through the Soft bed of Cotton Tasting like a hint of salt in the cake Merging up drop by drop together like its going to seems like shining lake Each pearl screaming distinct memories Not that u have someone to explain some are going to dried up in middle or they will descend down the plain With the consoled heart and light head like a still weather after a threatening storm with a running nose and slow deep breathe why are u craving for it more and more ~Apl£@$£r