The Human Container
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Fractions & fragments
your sight is a mirage for this thirst my tender tongue argues with lips.
my senses stonned & soul not sober for a realization that the joint I dragged was you.
the winter chill and the emptiness in my breath takes me to a forest of nilgiri wood.
mist smells of you and not those dry leaves on the path I walk.
these insects moan & remind me of your heartbeats.
every step n every inch of my existence asks for a sign, a sunrise between the temple of your breasts.
a little warmth between your lips. that childhood amongst your fingers.
the nights behind your ears n those glides on your shin.
craziness does not stop in search of the childhood or a temple but triggers my senses.
the joint I rolled, was that really you? but before I wake up I realize I am still in the forest of senses.
come see it with me, it is beautiful.
Distance bet two souls is zero. Distance between two bodies is immense. Patterns of souls can be best depicted through generative art. a movement on the visible area can symbolize us. the backend is the universal program of how nature has scripted us, made us evolve for today and realize how to love each other.
Art does have a soul in itself. In every soulful creation lies a story that can change your life.