This is Submission FIFTEEN of The Whiskey Words. The Whiskey Words is a writing project (and a giveaway). The winner will be announced on 1st of April.
Chaos
Chaos, disturbance, and disharmony,
Is not the balance of Mother Nature.
Money,
Just another creature,
A part of nature.
Power, injustice and failure,
A magnificent lure,
Pulling me,
Into chaos.
Development is well-being,
Or is it?
Seeing,
What’s hiding underneath.
Peeling away layers,
Underneath the sheath,
Of a sword.
“It’s double-edged”, he said.
Not afraid,
Of slicing through one layer,
With excitement,
while tearing me inside.
Hey, I am just a rookie slayer,
In a world full of chaos.
– Ovee Thorat
My Spirals 