Engineer/Scientist by profession | Writer | Incorrigible Procrastinator | Dreamer by default | Views are my own, and can be complicated/confusing
I could tell you how today, I decided to let the glass walls down
The wind streamed through the windows I opened
Sometimes a soft susurrus, child-like wave playing at my ears
Lift. Prop. Push. Slice.
The knife’s edge cuts through the fibers
A clean cut, juices flowing.
The next one, right adjacent to the first
A raindrop fulfilling its tryst with the ground
Invoking a prayer, an incense of petrichor
Ensconced in the hum of a crowd around
Your body in the now, mind playing an encore