Being stirred inside out,shattered in a blow,my tiny brain floated among the thunderous dark clouds.
You zoomed in on the screen,in the mist of Shillongand colored the studio green.
The iron pieces cling onto you;every single piece that has sunk into the loo.You attract me like a magnet,a moth brimming with mirth.
I am the beesubmerged and soaked in honey,saturated with passion and romance.
You were waiting for me,like a withered leaf,holding the lanternso that I can see you beam;The beam that enchants mein a loop.
Your scent dissolves in the air,dispersed around melike the hari champa in our backyard.
Along the ripples of that fragrance,I paint my life.
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