The lively corpse

Solid as rock, constant as darkness and surrounded by algae, the environment felt quite weightless. The lively feeling of feeling the heartbeat was missing. The heart was missing. The gust of air bubbles popping towards the surface was exhausted. The air got exhausted. The primary sense of distinguishing the world underwater was missing. Nothing can be sensed anymore. Like a rusty broken bunker ship, I am lying on the bottom of the well. 

What an absurd end. Deeply sunk into this stagnant pit, the world appears literally round on the top. Though my existence on land doesn’t exist anymore, my ominous aura will haunt this well for eternity. Instead of pushing myself to the extremes of this well, I could have pushed myself to the extremes of life. Now, I cannot reverse what I have done.

With the failure and shame of losing my soul mate, I lost my soul to this well. I thought killing me will take away all the sorrow and suffering, but the life really begins after life.  Both my mind and soul are not bound to time anymore.  Without a body to channelize, this well will be my body from now. Every drop of it will be composed with my properties.

Ashwin Muralidharan, ready to possess you. 

Extensions

Tucking my second shoes, fitting my second toes and setting my color layered second eyes, I set out to sail my new journey with her. When I entered her green zone to open my feelings, an abrupt absurd foot print joined her tender tracks. That was precise enough to push me to her friend zone and leave an impression inside me. The signs said she was a wrong turn. I came back, released all my second suits and embraced the second warm womb which gives me solace every night. Things around us are just an extension of what we are. Dress to skin, feet to shoes, and eyes to shades, signs to significance and bed to womb because the medium is the message. Well, now with my chillum I am leaving to my second state of meditation – Trance. 

Ashwin Muralidharan in trance. 

A Scent-sational Feeling

Plain black is spread across 180 degree of his sight. It was constant, not darker and not lighter. His two set of cameras, mike and speakers are technically down. The only sensor working in his body is his fragrance detector – nose. He cannot give any type of outputs anymore. The inputs were just hard pipes of plastics for breathing and food. Tangled and injected with several pipes and wires he is clinging to his last essence of life energy. 

Well, what can he do now? The death bed is his last chance to recall what he did. First he recalled a familiar aroma. The aroma gave him inspiration, safety and coziness. He sniffed twice and gave a small smile for this smell. It was his DAD. Then, warmth overlapped this scent. It was full of emotion and affection. This smell took him back to his toddler days. He exhaled a heavy burden of air to lighten the thoughts of his mother.

Now sweetness overwhelmed him on all sides. Like the side effects of a sudden elixir, his youth hood returned. The scent of the first women he loved waved his nose buds. The fragrance from the valentine rose reminded him his first kiss. He muttered her beautiful name on his mute lips. A big sigh broke his romantic recall.

Now a stringent smell alarmed him for responsibilities. This smell raised his pressure and reminded him of his failures and hardships. It carried a pungent stench with it. He suffocated for fresh air to breathe in. Then, in time, a pleasant aroma hit him like a gust of cool breeze. It gave him confidence. It reminded him of him. This was his wife. This smell balanced and completed him.

Finally a pure scent of innocence and fragility gave him solace. Happiness he received when he smelled tenderness. It was his grand kids.

With all these combined fragrances, he inhaled his last breath and left his body to explore new scents of life from a new body.