Today is one of those days when I want to write about birds and bees. Of chocolates and vanilla. Of ecstasy and desires. Of forbidden and unhinged. And why not of desires? Of all things frugal and feather light, desires shaped into longings over distances. Distances that melt into droplets frozen despite warmth of skin. The semi amorphous curtain of melancholic evenings fused into bustling cacophony of cocained, hungover carrefours. Why is it that desires remain unspoken of, uncared for, caged and dormant. Desires that graze, desires that nuzzle, brittle and pale. Today is one such day of uneventful outcomes, of uncharted whispers and unfinished mulling overs. A day when thoughts ran amok among the branches and leaves lost color in the burning sun. When dizzy junctions halted into hapless silences, distances expanded into delirious recklessness and contracted into expired ecstasies. Unhinged, unspoken, non repented, intoxicated and yet present. Story of dormant desires.
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