On Drugs

by Abhijay Gupta

On drugs I watch
Soft shadows lucid licking
The naked ceiling of my winter bedroom-
On drugs your face
In my head, your words
On my mind, my mind –
On drugs this world
Coloured rhythms through my eyes
Into my head, such laughter
On my mind, my mind-
On drugs I stand
I walk through the clouds
Onto the streets, my bleeding streets.
The white hot sun is shining bright –
On drugs midnight waits
At every turn hear for whispers
Await the dawn of the last midnight
When the truth be told truth be told
We simply are we simply are –

On drugs, the beer tastes better,
On drugs, the bird sings sweeter,
On drugs I kiss your hair
While you are sleeping.

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