Caffeine

Caffeine it's playing with my head
My nerves have ceased to exist.. 
And my conscious it's either wandering or it's lost
In a wonderland of tomb and graves 
A garden both barren and arid.. So clearly now I see dreams
Getting crushed and fermented.. Stored to bo aged
Hibernating in the jar of longingness 
It acquires the taste of wine. White, Red and Shangria
I myself have picked Zinfandel grapes
Am'I drunk.. Or it's just Caffeine playing with my head
My nerves have ceased to exist 
Dopamine, I command your presence 
In this vivid radiance of numbness 
I feel venom in my veins.. Am I paralyzed 
Or there's no will to move this lively remain 
Caffeine it's playing with my head
My stitches are losing it's threads 
And my wounds are ready to shout and tell
I fear of what may come and what will vanish 
I fear my eyes will open and it'll be all that I have imagined 
Suddenly I feel being on mountains 
Witnessing mist sailing as waves and breezes 
My dogs are there and so are you 
I have forgotten your face and so may have you
Is it a lucid memory... Where flashbacks are reaching inception 
Suddenly I'm child again 
Caffeine it's playing with my head
My nerves it's better that you have ceased to exist

By- Kshitij Sinha
19/4/2020

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