Wednesday, April 20, 2011

The Addict


Impenetrable jungle of mad men,
causing, menacing, singing,
dancing sedatives.
The moon’s heading hard towards him,
No wonder, he hallucinated,
the dilation.
But how long!
Demonic life’s under hammer,
still no way out,
He still had no way out.
The nympholepsy did not spare,
no veil worn,
and the thin line of pretence graved.

What are you looking for?
Another labyrinth of psychopath or
loosing the maniacal.   

4 comments:

Jitesh Khurana said...

must read for all those who can understand this masterpiece.. its about the drugs.... n the special poet has shown the negative hidden part of this addiction by using "veil", the awesome comparison.. atleast according to me.. the best part of the poem.

chanu : incarnation of china to a divine land said...

its worth publishing !!! i swear !! best of luck yrr .. :) :)

lorely said...

Love this one! With your rational sensuality and sensibility...I know you see the way out...I can only pray that for the other...

Hold my hand: a social worker's blog said...

This is a brilliant poem.

I'm glad I came across your blog. I love your poetry.

Doris