I remember the day, when my panic attack, got me chills and I sweat my pores like emptying lungs, begging for water but my hands were freezed and the pendulum of reality was the ice breaker for me, when I stumbled upon my feet. (Read Caption) I tread on my existence and the puddles of loopholes splashed my existence, on my face, making me realise that vulnerabilities are the weaponised tragedies, I tried to fill up by bucket with, as memory, of how you saved me but at the same time, I was a slave, begging you for my life. I never thought I will be writing a letter to you, because your worth is more than my words. I know, I wont be selling my poems for my life but I cannot forget, you save millions of lives, but I also remember, Virgina Woolf drowned in you. And there is a man, who loves reading her, while drinking nothing but you, he is a soulless creature but he knows well, how to swim and save the only fish, he owns in his pond. There is a thin 0.3% transperant layer, which divides humans and non-humans. Like the H2 in H2O, their dying thirst never quenches enough. For them nothing is important like the stagnated water, they grow everywhere and pollute the environment, by throwing tons of you, and blame it on Aedes, when they are sick, when the truth is visible to everyone like the fact, that 70% of human's brain is made up of water. You can call me your lover, coz you know I can't live without you, even when I sleep. And you are like Assalamualaikum, when guests come over and I hand them you, as my Walekumus Salam, with a sweet aroma that fills up the room, for a moment. You are like the morning blessing, when I greet my Amma and Abba, and they return me a smile. You are a fulfillment, after one's appetite, like Alhamdulillah. You are a selfless life saver, like the gratitude Jazak Allah.
