Commotion of Emotions

Rainman! Rainman! Make it rain. Tear my heart and Wash away my stains. Rainman! Rainman! Where have you gone? The heat is abrasive, And I've waited for too long. It happened when he believed, It Didn't when he didn't. Some said it was God's wrath, Some, a product of his sins. Disdained he sat under a tree, With eyes drowned in misery, He looked all around, Not a green in sight, Not a bird in sound. It had been years, He blamed himself for all; Not a drop to drink, Dried stood the waterfall. Rainman! Rainman! It is not your fault. Clasp your hand in prayer, Get this heat to halt! Rainman! Rainman! The ground can offer water no more. The crops have dried, wise men fight, Your powers have become a lore! He clasped his hand in prayer, Like yesterday and the day before; He swung out his trident, And danced till his feet were sore. I do what you ask for, No, I do so much more; Why

                 Life under the sea is beautiful. So calm and quiet at times, muted against the world outside; faraway from the din of the boisterous city, faraway from the extremities of the human world. It is buffered with all that one can desire – life, peace and meditation. Self-reflection and the ability to feel the importance of every breath – something that has long been lost from the world above. The world above has been growing faster, approaching a black that few care to think of, while the palace of blue below has remained steady. The world above has chained you to the ground by gravity, limiting your freedom, only aiding the imagination, while the world below has no limits, taking imaginations to a deeper level. But all of it comes at a cost. So mesmerising is the beauty of the world that does not belong to us, that we are often tantalised by it. And when immersed in the beauty that cannot be matched, it takes away your desire to breathe until your reflexes kic