Monday, February 16, 2009

Scribblings on a high

A long run into fantasies
and things wild, things unknown
dreams of a rosy life
resting all on a flower-spread couch
inebriated of sorts
by gallons of sensual teasers
Life rests on a velvet cot,
her legs numbed and heavy cracks;
the vignettes of life
percolating,
and some chemical attacks
the entire reaction is
smothering rough,
a likely sour taste on my
interminable sweet tooths
Yet..
a sweet glance into realities
a talk with my soul frees
weird traces of the psychedelic kick
and unfound zions
thad had me sick..
Still..
the mystery of this
unsung tutelage of life
though to every man does
preach the basics to strive,
points and often punches
straight on your face;
and 'watch out'
it says..
that's when u mend
sort your life better...
to get another high
to slip another time..
and yet not to lose..
but to rise ...
and to rise higher ..
another time !!!
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2 comments:

paekut said...

haha......u r completely different man....in terms of thoughts, style of writing....very nice to see something of this sort, infact gr8..n u have been writing from so long, while i just started few months back...........

so what else to say...... keep going dude!! :)

avinash said...

superbly written............................made me rise higher "this" time