When In Shower!

It's not about how you forget to pay attention to the unkempt and unwashed hair,

Devoid of that shampoo that claims to give you thick, luscious hair after every wash.

It's more about indulging into a fantasy with that passion fruit body wash 

Which has been lying unused in your bathroom shelf for a pretty long time,

It's about letting those granules stick to you and devour every flesh that comes its way,

Not letting that company go away, just like that.

The nanoscopic granules have a short lifespan;

They would pass away in a jiffy.

Yet, the urge to get married and be embraced by those tiny- boxed griefs

Is always there-

Before they give in

To the force of the steaming hot, shower water

That trickles down that Pandora's box 

In the form of an everlasting, unpredictable sea,

Whose rambunctious waves are enough to wipe out all the castles

And the names of the lovers carved laboriously in the sands of the sea.

And then you can only feel the granules

Stamped under your feet,

Dying a slow, silly death.....