After the demanding skipping of age
Aka coaching for NEET
The sky was losing its weight way home
I forgot umbrella at home
Actually I left it unbothered
I didn't have time to waste
To act upon the thought of it

So was the rain
Kissing my face
My sandal became wet and squishy
I looked around
And did what I never did
I took them off
Held them in my hand

I felt my feet after ages
I felt
The water, the road
The sand, the pulse
The life inside of me
Taken away from layer of comfort

Meet me at 12:35
When everybody is eaten by lunch hall
Bring no one but
all of your courage and your soul
He wanted to talk to me
about my spilled out lingering love
He was a year older than me

I followed his command
and my pulsating throbbing head
It was sun through window
and class at corner, locked

I walked in with open eyes
and I breathed Hi
He came and put his lips
on mine, hands on hips
I followed his pattern
and hand he made me put
on his source of love
his crotch

It made my brain cold
as dead body inside
He didn't stop until 12:45
And then he left
I breathed bye

I never saw him again
After that line
I learnt how this work like


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I am a full human myself—
but 70% water,
27% copy of two genomes.

One is happy but broken.
The other, strong but alone.

I have what they have.

I can't change my waist, my height, my woes.
I can't change this double chin, fragile temper,
fighting then crying, then not speaking at all.
I can't change leaving people,
body hair, my strong soul.
I can't change martyrdom, screams, my nose.
I can't change reading people, my honesty,
my devotion, my cause.
I can't change the beliefs
enshrouded in my eyes,
engraved in my bones.

And the rest 3% is bacteria.

But—
I am a full human myself.

Read me like poetry
Perform my surgery
Tell what am I
                     to you
                     and to me?

Dress all your jokes
With forgetfulness
And a pinch of spice
And make him laugh
On your scars
He may like the taste of it

Him - "let's do it this way, what's your biggest regret, like ever."

Me "forgetting that people can die and never come back"

(Laughter)

You smell like summer
You taste like moon
Till my eyes opened
It's almost june

You hunt like runner
You run like rust
Till my skin
Turns to dust

So call me drunk
Three am
I will pick up
What a Shame
Then I'll cry
Whom to blame?

I lost my way
As ocean stray
May locate stars
But as it rains
All my metaphors
Slips away
Whom to blame?