june twentynine

and mister curiosity, give me strength. to touch your soul. love your love. feel your pulse. move your rhyme and tap your dance.

and taste your tear, when it glistens in the moon. like when you left those drops behind on the blades. crystal green. like dangling emeralds on little breasts. and my fingers would wriggle all over mosaic. in a monotonic tingle. clasped to your fists. i wouldn't let go.

you hopeless story teller. give me your yarn. and i will spin the wheel.

june sixteen

and i gave you my pen and told you scribble your thoughts out. and you scribbled bold alphabets. all over your palm and delicate fingers. a string of names i've never heard before. in a careful casual font -welcoming, to say the least. semi-cursive. crude and rich.

and i mapped dots through your eyes. remember when we used to run through the field. rustling across a puddle of dead leaf veins. and we looked at each other and giggled all the time. like seven-year-old clowns trapped in a shell of silliness. but we were not seven-year-olds. and remember, how we ploughed through the snow. you heaving. dark, mournful sighs that choked your mind. and then you would sit and collect snow flakes. curse all the time, because they melted through your fists. and you would say look at the stars. they're little flakes silly let them go, i would say. and you'd turn around with a violent swoosh. walk up ten steps. sit down and look outside. you hated snow. i remember. but you slipped away so easily. cast in a mold so that i could never reach you. good job i will say. atleast we are far apart. and i am out of pain. and i am away from all your ridicule. i know you are alive. somewhere, across the ocean.

the water still flows through me. sometimes.

note

and listen, i forgot to tell you something the other day.

two words. thank you.

i have moved on with your breathlessness. i swear. that night. when we went to the tower, I prayed for you. for you, so that your disbelief can be overlooked. and i thought of the city in july, and the rain clouds that rumbled across the greasy alley.

what is to let go? your daunting smile and the grandma tales that spoke of loyalties. lies -I am convinced. promised loyalties? who framed this clause?

My compound. Eu(1,2-BDC)(phen)bredwards.Cl3. H2O

Expecting both ligands to be bidentate chelate. Although phen could turn out to be tridentate. I need to maximize yield of the solvothermal synthesis. However, thanks to the global mailing system, the ionic liquid is not in, even after ordering it one month in advance.

The ionic liquid I am using for synthesis is called ECOENG-212. IUPAC name for the compound is 1-Ethyl-3-methylimidazolium ethyl sulfate. I am yet in the process of defining the chemical composition of "bredwards". Having defined it, I will soon write down the abstract.

So far, that's the plan.