Stoned.

Cursed by oblivity,
The days never happened and never will,
It was blank.
Music running in your veins,
each beat flowing as each dose of air you breathe.

Boom, it went inside.
It took me to a high,
The high I was always anxious of,
The high I was never at,
The high I was afraid of.
The fear of which had always kept me aside.
Oh! I was on the top.

As pure as a taint never existed,
As honest as a lie never happened,
As transparent as a stain never crushed.
As happy as a “but”was never there.
As wholesome as there was nothing incomplete.

Oh! I wished the morning to never arrive.


The strings in my head,
The beats in my blood,
The music flowing all over me,
enthralling every hint of doubt.
fascinating me to the core,
and engrossing me as if nothing else ever subsisted.

Oh! I wished the “stones”to never stop.
I wished the tune to never end.

Man! Stoned.