Curvature of sun-shine

The weight of the cruel pain beneath the wound,refuses to be washed away under the gushing water from the tap of the sink……..and so,I write,to let the crystallized feelings within me,melt away from my heart…..I write…to let my words vapourize like thin spirit,that tickles the nasal passage…..to let my bile churn inside the stomach,allowing the hurricane to rise……to let my thoughts be washed away by the torrential rain,under the dark clouds__and disappear like the morning mist……

Complexity is a welcome-break for me..it keeps me at ease,its like churning every single thread of thought,into a bowl of thick gravy,…..and one has to mess both hands,to wriggle out the simple……like fusing sense into non-sense…

-swasTIKA