Buried Touches
A poem by Prabhanjan Sharma

He came closer to plant a kiss, but she glitched or was it the mind?

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Now, He, she, and the mind are in a grind about the buried touches.

She asked the mind, Why did you glitch?

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We fly in time, with all the memories and touches,
Only to realise what it meant when the mind glitches in the present.

The curious hormones play around your mind, to be touched and felt,
Only for us to pass it off and be blind as we are touched and felt.

It’s the rush of hormones and the curiosity of nature,
In that dance of age, there is no right or wrong, as there is no danger.
Because that is the age of curiosity.

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We fly in time; we bury the touches out of guilt, out of embarrassment, and out of fear.
And we let them bury in the mind, because those touches were just the ones of curiosity

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We fly in time and grow old to realise the essence of touches and kisses in the present,
Only to realise the glitched mind about the buried touches.

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We fly in time and grow old to realise the presence of touches and kisses,
Only to realise the glitched mind about the hurried touches.

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A sight of the thought in the mind about the buried touches
Gives a fright in the thought about being judged and embarrassment.

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We fear with the guilt, we fear with the regret.
Oh, buried touch, why did you glitch my mind?

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With a stitch of hope—of not talking about you—I had buried you,

but why did you open up?

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The mind now opens up and tells her:
The stitch of hope needs to be healed by closure.
So calm down, my girl, let the healing find its place.

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He comes now and says to her:
We all bury the tough moments, only to unbury and open them up at the right moment.
This might be the right time to not be silent. It’s a safe space with no one to judge,
Only to be heard and empathised, because we all are on the same boat.

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She came close to him and embraced him with love 

Only for her to realise that even he had some burried touches 

as he also glitched. 

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