sunday

sunday morning.. shaky start.. groggily touching the floor.. looking like a zombie, so took my eyes off the basin mirror, and concentrated on the froth starting to peep out from the corners of the vaselined pink lips.. time to rinse.. a splash of water,  with a splatter on the mirror.. pat dry and then a second look.. well, "passable" verdict, so no more shying away.. with the minty taste in my mouth, a beeline to the already hustling-bustling kitchen.. addiction calls.. and can wait no more.. one burner is all i need.. at my disposal, and i warm.. i pour.. i inhale.. the first whiff.. intoxicating.. reassuring.. the belief restored, that i can still take it on, one more day.. the amorous greeting from my bestest Man.. and another beeline to the precise position on the couch, after a nod and a return greeting-smile.. cleared the mess, i need a safe place for my poison.. and messed the couch, around that precise position.. the middle cushion.. at that precise angle from the fan above.. yes, it has to be that precise.. i need the fan and i need the paper sprawled across the table.. in its full length and breadth.. my salvation.. and with each glug, the world just seems a little more livable.. and i think, "well, its not that bad".. i get company.. physical and metaphysical.. both of equal desires.. one i see and one i think (of).. the seeing overpowers the one i think of.. and before i actually even realise, its pushed back, somewhere.. far.. so, i continue seeing.. and listening.. its again my bestest Man and i.. and we begin from where we'd left last night.. the "horizons", the "elliptical path", the "pull", the "mass", the "relativity".. and we continued with "God", "ceteris paribus",  "universe=heaven", "foie gras", "okra".. and it spilled over to "expressions".. and this is where the one i think of comes to the fore, again.. and even finds a mention in the "expression".. yes.. so far so good.. the last glug done, its time for some smiles.. toothless ones.. precious ones.. unconditionally austere.. and it makes me realise, "how i'll give anything just to have that soft feel".. the clock tirelessly ticking.. the heat making its presence felt.. and time for another beeline.. to the cool embrace of the still cold water.. the tiny drops trickle down.. making their way like a streamlined furrow.. solitude.. in its own distinct way..

so, armed with all these, i think i can tackle the skeletons locked in and stashed inside.. and before, i realise, i find the one i think of, coming back to the fore.. one look at my door, and the floodgates open.. and it all rushes through.. this time, its not a streamlined furrow.. not time, yet..

*i remember every sunset..i remember every words you said..we're never gonna say goodbye..sing la-la-da-da-da.. tell me how to get back to..back to summer paradise with you..and i'll be there in a heartbeat.*