Don't publish poem

I'm an ocean, I'm a drop.
Calm ripple into a cup.
Streaming river, noisy stream.
Hundreds of thousands into a dream.
Levels of waves and quests of whims.
Just enough to prevailing thrives and norms.

With downpour of calamities and shower of fun.
Guiding my way and travelling alone.
Striding my ways with twists and turns.
Some soothes, some sways, fatal that mourns.
Winter with fog and dew in summer.
Intermittently travelling down into the crust via rocky filter.

Naming me mad or genius, doesn't aim..
I being rigid, I being the same.




Tsunami of cast, creed and notion.
I in groan and writhe into erosion.
Casualties of words and murder of visions.
I'm a battlefield of destiny and aspirations.
Tears drop via tiny window.
But sees the world with redeeming rainbow.