Inertness have got densely clumped
in all my chromatin threads;
would you like to exchange it
for a couple of vitality & soulfulness?
Nah, you won't, I can see it in your eyes quite clear.
That's how I let myself get self-phagocytosed.

But one thing I know is to never let
my shattered fragments untidy anyone's way.

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They keep saying to not look back
But who'd mend that heart's crack?

Take me back to those golden days
When rainbows after rain used to solve life's maze

When my dad's bones and muscles were strong
He used to remove obstacles that made paths go wrong

When my mom's blood was free from high sugar
Her fav sweets used to make her tummy smile louder
Now, some balanced diets are all that nurture her.

When my younger sister wasn't of my height
And she couldn't lift her arms and fight
Now, she stands taller than I do and she knows what's right.

Again, they say living in the present is the only key
But who'd keep away the nostalgia that's hitting me?

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I have a vast universe built up in my mind
where you and I are the burning stars
in different galaxies.

Ethereality swimming in our eyes
magic residing on our finger tips
sacred adrenaline rushing in our veins
speaking love language of astronomy
and embracing all the celestial bodies—
the meteorites, asteroids, comets and planets
close enough to resonate with every frequency of our heartstrings,
pleasingly audible to the entire universe in heavy hertz.

But if the galaxies conspire to collide,
like a departed flower,
we would fall down as stardusts
burying ourselves in the deep blackhole.

And when a pure heart yearns for a wish
the earth will celebrate our existence as shooting stars.

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Regret sticks on your bones (available) penetrating the flesh, like the nature's strongest glue: bacterium Caulobacter crescentus. It eats you whole with no crumbs left and defecates, dark-hard and effortlessly multiple times a day. Still you cook sins and serve them in the diet, incorrigible human nature of not giving up on forbidden things. Regret crawls its way deeper inside you, more silently this time. All the bone cells, osteocytes mostly, cry in pain whilst the crazy brain cells add more items to the grocery list.

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Chaos, intertwined
with uncertainties.
Hindered laughs.
Silent screams.
Bizzare tastes
amidst delicacies

Mind catches no signals.
Eyes no more penetrate
Lips don't balance.
Ears feel no vibrations

False cuts on throat,
deep and untidy.
Fractures on collar bone.
Puffed up hollow chest.
Feeble yet untamed fingers.
Hungry growling stomach.
Sick and inflamed appendix.
Bleeding fissured anal.
Unnecessary thigh fat
with knock knees.
Over embedded sesamoid bone.
Exhausted calf and twisted ankle.
Lastly, rubbed off sole.

Astonishing that life still flickers in every dying cell.

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Ticking of the clock haunts
the silence of the night

Proteins and carbs smiling
at the empty stomach
from far away

Lashes getting heavier
than they seem to be
(feeding themselves on hypersomnia)

An unnecessary wind blows
past me
chilling down three quarter
of my spine,
bending the straightness
out of me

But in the end, I've figured out:
That I know how to close my eyes.

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In my mouth, I carry dryness,
heavy and unstable
for the saliva knows no language
to speak and deliver.
But your arrival,
sweet, yet sugar free
like a spring's blow on autumn's dryness;
teaches alphabets and words,
progressing into sentences
of xylitol candies and gummies.
Happier and curved my lips have become
witnessing tranquility
now residing peacefully over my dryness.

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The moon is high and the night is dark.

The lightning strikes,
breaking the skeleton into bones.

Spurned by the soil,
they move along with the howling winds.

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