NOVUS ACTUS INTERVENIENS (FORENSIC LOVE LETTER)

Always wanted to cook, some sushi,

And this is definitely not a Munchausen syndrome of proxy.

Hope you like the red velvet cake and a mocktail on the dining table,

More than the red velvety mucosa and Brompton cocktail seen on the autopsy table.

You are so beautiful and sophisticated like a fingerprint,

Not like a tattoo or filigree, but like a brain fingerprint you have left a residual imprint.

I know you do love chocolates with liquor,

If not, please consider it as a 'Res ipsa loquitur'.

You are the undisputed princess of Forensic science,

And a brilliant decoder of criminal conscience.

My attention has perceived you as a true fan of jurisprudence,

"Ohh!! Don’t mind me," unless I am circumstantial evidence.

You have an intense passion for fashion,

As much as you like the luminol reaction.

Your attitude is more positive and impervious than the pugilistic,

It's definitely needed to be inspiring and realistic.

Don't ever belong in the lucid interval of anyone's contusion,

Because you are the solver of lasting confusion and confession.

Your thinking has a wide range and calibre,

There is no need for you to gauge or feel horrible.

Your vigor is unpredictably stronger,

Even more than the completely set rigor.

You are a follower of Locard's principle of exchange.

Never fall into hypocrisy, be yourself always, don't change.

You flowed into me like a diatom when I was drowned in sorrows,

Just like the second breath of life of Breslau's.

You have grazed me like a gutter fracture,

Which I always cherish and nurture.

To all your problems, there is a solution don't worry,

Similar to Heimlich maneuver for cafe coronary.

Just like the parietal bones I may be distant like the Spalding sign,

My longing desire, for you to be blissful and shine.

I admire you like the liquid gold,

Stay calm and be bold.

We may have never encountered in person,

But my memory and your DP is enough for your facial reconstruction.

To meet you I'll definitely come,

Don't worry; I am not a stalker like peeping Tom.

"Is your aura as bright as yellow phosphorus?"

That’s me, just being curious.

When I see you, my pupils will dilate,

Even more than someone on a barbiturate.

I always dreamt of you in white, snow and purple haze; like an angel, surrounded with sparkle dust,

With your one gaze enough to make me talk first.

My cheeks may turn to cherry red color,

Putting me in a dilemma to differentiate whether it's because of you or carbon monoxide vapor.

Looking at you I'll be in so much awe,

That I may forget to notice your amazing glossy jaw.

Our reunion will brew an autonomic storm,

And later, you have to save me from breaking the entire norm.

Hope I don't become a cold turkey,

It would be so awkward and perky.

I wish my hand doesn't move like Chvostek's with a Hatter's shake,

Causing a surge of excitement or something to break.

Your thoughts move like Magnan syndrome, spiders in my brain,

I am in desperate need of your antitoxin in my vein.

Even when we are not in close range your image is embedded like the tattooing,

Don't know if on the long run, it may cause basophilic stippling.

My affinity for you is a weakness, forever prone,

Just like arsenic to the very bone.

Sometimes, nature fails to obey Casper's dictum,

But I'll always pray for your happiness in the inner holy sanctum.

If you need anyone I am always there,

Just like a blood spatter, all cleaned up but still can be spotted anywhere.

You may think I am crazy with delusion and hallucination,

But I do know McNaughten rule even if you call this an obsession.

I hope these words I wrote for you exist as a professional secrecy,

"What should I do?” I still had a lot of lines which will forever be a mystery.