Have you ever been drenched blissfully?
The moments gone are gone forever
You are no more the person you are
The faces come masked, one, two, three
Happy and angry.
Multitude of moments grow on you
The lives that you left behind are up on mirrors
The P creeps - tap, tap, tap - hides behind you
You meet you, you and you.
The uncommon and familiar smells crawl in your corners
The wet towel in your veranda remembers the cotton and the stitches.
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