After the Splash!

Grinning our best grin!

The girls

The adventure trip

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To recreate what I knew
To give rebirth to all my thoughts
to fit in that mould
of the undefined

To float above the things I knew mostly well
And look at it again
from a new point

S t r e t c h i n g
every syllable
every word
that I knew
could not fill the spaces I understood


hence I paused

why does love hurt?
I cannot wonder but see it type out mundane details of an indifferent doing. See it sort out its wet hair, trying so hard to dry it up. As if if she could just tie it up, it will just dissolve all her pains.

Vacuous smiles,
in lil moments,
flash the inanity of her,
Of her half presence in lives,
unknown, known,

and some besieged
..and yet unknown.

Table sea green.You inspired this.

A rounded being
of colours immune.
Lived whole.

Of uneasy beginnings.
So much like me, everyone of us..with an unknown future,
but a definite death.

Sprouts of hope,
of desire,
longings and dreams,

I remember the beginning.

The discomfort,
The oh-so-obvious discomfort,
The change in me.
The change I saw in so many eyes,
.."What is it that I have become?
What is it that I have begun to want?
I can't understand it. I can't understnad the nature of it. My want."

In unobvious terms. Churning chunks of thoughts. Of the fodder.
Of objects. Round. covered. Draped. Imagined naked-ness of forms.
Of me. How, Why.. and all that was gushing along my way

I was pained.. howled..and laughed...
A wet smile...sponged with tears..brushed with dirt..
It always made itself into a whole.
Always.
More than my painful smearings on its face,
And more than stares, glances and lechers could ever leave it with.

Its desire takes over my thoughts.
and lets me breathe in all of them
The smell. The senses.
Everything re-created.The touch it liked and the brush it avoided.
The life it could hold along with everything.
All that was possible.
And that it dreamt and explored.
The voices it heard.
Had, has, still does and those it beats along to hear.
What does it see?
Me? No, You? Haa.. all that it feels the need to.
Tastes unknown. Forbidden and yet known.
Life. Alive. Known.and yet exploring.