Insanely sane… Surviving qualmless.

Insanely sane… Surviving qualmless.
I'm not a perfect person, But I never meant to do those things; And so I have to say before I go, That I just want myself to know. I've found out a reason for me,; To change who I used to be A reason to start over new, and the reason is you. I've found a reason to show, A side of me you didn't know; A reason for all that I do, Before I let you go...

Friday, March 27, 2009

Opium Induced.


Seemingly unbelievable things fluttered in the horizon

Everything seemed vague and misty

The faint buzz of something came conspicuously

But this helical disturbing effect

Roaming and revolving spiral and circular

Engulfing throwing me outside its sphere

Seemed to be some crazy dream circuitous in demeanor

Seemed strangely soothing

The head felt heavy as if full of lead

Even the eyelids wouldn’t flutter

The slumber seemed to have crept into me

In a fashion as never before

With no intention of leaving me.

I turned and tossed tried to get up

But useless as it was, I couldn’t

I seemed to hallucinate

Even the awakening seemed as if resurrection

From the land of the dead

The effect was perfect and heavy

Even though the head was heavy

My mind seemed to flutter

As if giving vent in wings

The opium had taken its toll

The blue-shirt guy was true

This effortless snort with a couple of coughs

Was priceless indeed in effect

All worries seemed to have vanished

I was the free innocent child

As had been in childhood

The initial rent less trauma seemed to have vanished

All was false

Everything a myth, the earth

The people, all artificial

The tensions… just some white powder

The ultimate peace

Oh, I just need some more…

 


2 comments:

tamasa said...

ur poems r just too good.....dey show ur intellectual capability.........

Diya said...

thanxx :)