Unread Dreams

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?

Well, no,

That’s the result of the warmth in my body,

The warmth of the red blood running in my veins.a4964b8a421bdd792eeae1a4bf19a30a

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.

Well,

Am I?

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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Single-Track Mind

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Every single moment, a hidden child in her soul couldn’t stop himself from stepping forward, heading towards the massive waves, notwithstanding, knowing the fact that these violent layers of water may erode him; his everything. But the single tracked cognizance was such, that every single cell was screaming passionately, forcing him back to the restless waters. The gentle tap of the liberate breeze and the silent touch of random waters left him mesmerized with the pearls hidden in the unseen shells resting on the golden sand under the shimmering glare. The casual breeze, the random waters and the rays of the sun all summed up a beam of his single-tracked mind.