The Freeing Self

As you grow older

Responsibilities pile on your shoulder

Bending you down further.

Bound with the shackles of responsibility

I keep dragging my life quality

Forgetting to really comply.

That was the moment I took a break

And let loose my guards that hook

Only to feel the real me amidst the snook.

Even nature smelled my feel

And painted the sky with dark reel

Followed with thundering seal.

The self within me smiled

Giving wheels to my feet that spurred

Like a lark that is ready to glide.

There I stood under the dark clouds

With my wide open stretched arms

As the first drop of rain kissed my cheeks.

Sizzling tinkle took my nerves

As one by one, each rain droplet conquered me

Uncuffing every bond that kept me bound.

And the rain took overcharge

Freeing my body that forgot to agog

The essence of love that bloomed in her log.

The love that longed to be smooched

By its ancient messenger that encompassed

The very image of the fella in its tiny little drop that rained.

Eagerly embracing every being of her

That found privilege to be snogged by her paramour

Peeping through the gobbet with his message of ardor.