As the sole below my feet,
Hits the ground,
The knocking sound,
Reverberates in my ear,
It synchronises,
With my heartbeat,
Which is loud enough,
Even for passerbys,
My puffed up breath,
Looks for outing through larynx,
I seam my lips,
And expand my nostrils,
To accomodate the extra air,
Going in & out,
It finds rhythm with the symphony,
And become lead voice of my body.
The hands & legs adjust,
To the tune set by,
Breath, feets & heart beats.
The body is now,
“A Musical”
Instigating rains,
From the pores of skin,
Sweat oozing out,
From places of my body,
I didn’t even know,
The droplets stranded,
On the edges of hairs,
Like morning dew on petal,
However its no petrichor,
But aroma of satisfaction,
Engulfing my aura.
Meshroy 