If something attracts your glance and splashes your mind with millions of old memories, the ones you have no control upon, the ones which became memories against your wish and you can’t do anything about, the ones that may remind you of some guilt of yours/ some mistake you committed, which made some sweet moments “the mere memories” as you say them, and if at that very moment, your eyes forget to stop the flood and the heart refuses to resist the pinching, then what you can only do is, that you’ve to think of them and just smile them off.
That’s the best way you can deal with that moment.
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I stand alone,
Only me and no breath around,
Stand, in a desert of cells.
Yes, they are the animal cells.
Sand granules of the cold deserts,
Seem melting into a blue sea,
Sea, with a no usual water, called plasma.
The cell plasma.
Plasma, which I slowly begin to sink in.
The orange hued mitochondria,
And a food vacuole all around,
All around floating in it like monsters.
Do you think, sand melted because it’s the global warming out there?
That’s the result of the warmth in my body,
The warmth of the red blood running in my veins.
Oh, the sea also has creatures!
You didn’t know?
It’s the nucleus and the nucleolus,
Golgi bodies and the endoplasmic reticulum,
Lysosomes and ribosomes,
All resting in the palanquin,
Palanquin of thick, transparent, green plasma shade.
Gaining some wits,
I see I’m sinking.
Pushing it hard from the bottom, against the buoyancy,
I try my luck.
The cells seem to zoom out,
All to combine together forming millions,
Millions like the eggs of a toad laid in the waters.
Cells, combining to form the full human beings,
Beings with different colors.
The changing colors.
As I come out sliding of the dream,
The liquid starts evaporating,
Evaporating into some familiar gases.
The Oxygen, the Nitrogen, the Argon, the Hydrogen, the Carbon Dioxide,
Forming the air I dreamt in.
The numeric of Celsius shuffle once again,
From hundred degree Celsius dropping down to zero,
Forming the sand again,
And sand forming the deserted land back again,
With plenty of blind shades around,
Amongst which I stand alone,
With so many cells, and still no breath around.
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“What is he doing to me?”
Speculating, how he does that?
That with utmost perfection, he makes her fall,
A fall that she used to fear,
Fear, that tasted sour,
Sour, or she’d say caustic,
Fear, of falling for a man, once again,
All over again, once again.
Fear, that all of a sudden vaporizes,
Vaporizes, the moment he touches her,
Touch, so fine that she never had before,
Touch, that at a time she wanted to run far from,
From touch, now at times that she deeply craves for,
Craves for, all over again, once again.
So fluently that he comes around,
Around, making an adorable wax melt for him already,
Already until, she sense him grazing,
Grazing, kissing softly at the ruck of her neck,
Embracing every fold and every curl,
And his warmth sending prickles to her all over,
All over, fuming the air with his kinky rojo scent.
Feeling him breathe right below her chin,
She steps back,
Back, because she still fears the fall,
Fall until, he grabs her by the waist,
Pulls her back,
Back again, making her gasp a hollow moan,
Moan, so silent that her heart skips a beat,
For, she sniffs him by her side,
For, she feels a man by her side.
She keeps pondering, how he does that?
Crafting her fall,
A fall, she no longer fears,
A fall, she now longs for,
Mastering the skill, akin a boss.