inside a womb I lie all curled
I asked that saint
how does it feel
to be white
to be so fucking fake bright
He called me dark
tried crushing me hard
I went crimson with a thought
some memories much taught
being the same Devil me
I went to she
With her it was a smooth road
We had our own shares
of ups and downs
of turning blue
of imposed frowns
so we decided to just laugh together
to forget it all
the blows the stabber
On a ride one night to hell
she gave me a shy smile
looked at me with trust
called it her first
night of being she
her new birth since centuries
I felt so light
For her I was bright
But was I white too
I asked her in lieu
She gave a gentle smile
like charcoal burning bright
and the lamp was so mild
the night so bright
palms collapsed lightly
breezy touch slightly
there it shone
two dark sights
elegant and soft
shiny like a dark light
I met some he below a sky
full of stars in sea it shined
none around
no other sound
but we on sand
sand in hand
the moments got lost
in some memory's stall
two ivory spirits at night
stars, moon and they so bright
I asked him in silence
Some shrills in peace immense
or maybe I was dancing alone
with him there yet far on shore
it was a cosmic conversation
some karmas some imagination
he circled around to keep his red
I smiled and frowned once eyes met
it was ironical - the meet
sea around , in waves - my feet
Tears were dry, smile was stoic
it was strange to share
those waves and sky
and yet the union got eternalized
hugely famed sadly demised
I tried walking on sea some time
I felt so light to flow in a rhyme
slowly it gulped me inside
gradually with waves I collide
up and down
too and fro
it carried me
so light like snow
inside its waves I went all swirled
inside its cool I danced all curled
I even reached the hard interiors
mossy kind colorful exterior
It had marks of centuries
eternal it seemed
those pits and flurries
it was too tempting
the magnetic floor
to touch was temptation
to touch was the risk
So I touched it once for my contentment
but I guess it was too late
the surface shifted to some outer space
their in air I saw my face
aah!! it was too close
but I touched it still
I wonder how it had felt
to enter the innermost core
I tried talking to the walls of womb
it made me high like on shrooms
it was ecstatic
the feeling of womb
to have a shade
from that scrounging crew
I loved it all
my walls my stall
but they felt imprisoning too
open ended - I wanted the woo
plus it had its expectations
with committed dedications
I had no issues with my part
but I had issues with start
Now I couldn't have been judgmental
I realized wombs are instrumental
crazy permutations and combinations
Five elements in different fractions
out comes the fruit
untouched on loot
but then those walls
its always decided
every field every stall
I love my walls more than myself
but than I have a self
It got created somewhere in those walls
I guess it developed more than round ball
'once out, always out' was the quote
I shun that on inner note
True it can't fit inside those dimensions
but it belongs to those very mansions
to that smell of mud after rain
to those reserved tears of pain
to that soft inner corner
to those palms like a soft fur
to those huge two eyes
two mothers single child
or thats how it worked
hierarchy is just a word
it was a partnership instead
three people closely knit
and the forth one was an electron
always around hanging on
now I guess there are two
we are a whole new crew
two protons two electrons
aah!! its sorted
our own atom
I noticed my elements finally
they fly they stick
they scatter they fix
its beautiful to see them working
to see those creations
destructive becoming
its thrilling to cross boundaries
to create your own itinaries
to follow your soul and spirit
to give a damn to world's flurries
yeah! we are one
that is known by all
all you need to do
is to do whats there in your stall
to break those glass shoes
to blast those walls
to be out - wild and free
to feel it all
the nature's spree
to feel it all
every emotion
to travel it all
every location
to be where you want to be
to feel what you want to feel
to be no more bounded by time
to shine out in different rhymes
to explore yourself and the world
to create new wombs to lie curled
the origin remains the same
to feel proud of those roots
but there is a huge sky
up there to explore
you can't touch the sky
you can't reach that sea
till you are inside
nurtured and me
but its yet another feeling
to expand yourself
to be one with all
to become we.
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