I woke up into my consciousness,
Only to see the unconscious me,
Slept forever, waken up forever, dead.
Concert hall is not only the one with Taylor Swift’s voice echoing or Papa Mania band covering the stage but..
But might be the one where she is crying in dense darkness with foggy-diminished shadows of all those who once visited her life out of excitement(in not ok sense) and left out of amusement.
She’s wonderstruck if the amusement is within herself or the surroundings or the environment she is raised in..
Those teary eyes,dull-dumb minds,innocent hearts ♥ and the wobbly soul still questing for someone lost in woods tagged LIFE.
Because its my concert hall…
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.
Share your experiences if any!
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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