Barely hanging on to the whims of the world,
The rushes of the crowd,
I twist my way forward.
Propel ahead to the front.
Meanwhile,
The whelms of my chaos,
The rues of my abyss
Poises my lungs.
Thomps my heart to the beats.
And wind the webs in my head.
Suffocation.
The stifle.
The whimsy of my scream
Turns into a whisper of realm.
I halt.
I breathe in.
Yet I keep going.
I breathe in.
Then, I run.
Yet, I never breathe out.
I hold on to it.
Everything I devour.
Adding to the suffocation.
Building up the complexion,
I keep roaring inside.
Screaming from the far side.
To never let it out.
Not to shout it out loud.
While I rave and rant,
I hold the thought.
But sometimes,
On the rare days,
I BREATHE.
I breathe like no other day.
I let it all go in a puff of air.
And I fold my serene
Into the creases of my brain!

Breathe!

Whenever you feel the laden
Of living/surviving/existing,
When the weight presses down
The air out of your lungs,
Breathe!

When the entrapment of life
Starts to incapacitate
The flails of the arms,
The verity of the heart,
And the array of thoughts,
Then breathe!

For the fickle of existence
Is a mere paradox,
Feign the contradiction
Not in vain,
But in one, long, deep Breathe!