Because the calm resides
In the chaos,
I keep running into the havoc,
For an utter disaster and wreck,
Solely seeking the solace,
The tranquil after the mess.
For the breeze is imbibed
In the whole gale,
I retreat to the floods and hails
Only to fold under
The solemnity of the petrichor.
Not the love of the hectic
Indebted my revisits
To the rim of disarray,
But the minute gentleness
I indulge upon
Amidst the great chaos.
Unabridged Manuscripts 
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