Two tongues, One breath

it took the ogre eighteen years and eighteen weeks to become an overnight success, and then, the nineteenth year came along revealing to him what he wasn't, what he infact should've, that all his accolades were empty grapevines surrounding echoless graveyards harboring rudaali ghosts, that all his efforts up until then were tall tress without branches and leaves that could provide no shade, that spring wasn't all that impressed by him, that spring needed more convincing than just mere laminated certificates from old gurukuls in order for it to feel comfortable while undressing in front of him and showing him how it is when two tongues met and shared one breath:

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the hum of the present moment always allured the ogre, for, his days were birch wood parchments where his melancholy etched invisible scars of memoirs and hopes, his hands were weak politicians that could do no justice to the democracies envisioned by his eyes, his serendipity was a water-less wells where his thirsty dreams fell but couldn't climb back up, his veins were spaghettis made of tetrahydrocannabinol that acted as barricades to his soul's music ovulation, and for, his epididymides were barren deserts where sandstorms of amateur pornography blew along with occasional Pushkar trips when two tongues met and shared one breath:

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and now, maiden voyages have lost their charm to the ogre, lessons in follow through being the sole occupants of his solitude where there are no chairs for guests like Saturday beer parties and impromptu one night stands, silent intensity and loud words being the karaoke theme for his late redemption where Bhairav raga and its birds are allowed to keep company, his workoholic pen being the glacier that melts itself to form the Tigris-Euphrates that fertilizes his backyard where his last batch of lovers got buried alive, and his conquest for a mate being a nebula star that has neither pangs nor intentions to ever again chase, except to promise his pulchritude an eternal flow of nectar when two tongues meet and share one breath:

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