The evening passing by........

The evening passing by....... Bangalore/No date.

The breeze touched me, and made me smile
but it seems all fake and painful.
No one to talk, or to fight,
silence grew longer and longer. I smoke the second joint (MARIJUANA)
and try to kill your memories,
Blood run in, penetrating like bullets
but you seems quite happy and safe inside me.
I miss the colors and my innocence,
and this little white powder (Ketamin) promise me the compassion.
The breath come in from a rolled currency,
like a storm inside my head.


It isn’t a day nor the evening,
Everything becomes same and hazy,
I saw a running droplet (TEARS)
try finding the color.
Red or white, but it Is a part of me.

Eyes See things , which never exist,
drowning me more and more into you.
I cry for peace, and you smile,
making me crave for some more soft powder (COKE),
adultered breath, trembling hands, and it goes inside.

I see you, coming out of me in style,
rolling over my lips as warm water ( BLOOD).
and it feels like my first bath in this world,
needs a new childhood and a fresh start.
Mum gonna cry but why shouldn’t I,
84 mm of burning life and smoke,
oozing out of me made me feel LIGHT (CIGARETTE).
memories gets washed away and
I reach the staze of amnezia.
You aren’t you, but i see myself,
and stars come nearer leaving the black sky.
I pick up the tray, and a deep stuffed breath(COKE),
it takes me to the end, and see only bright light.
Morning is near but the start is far away
My final moments and I remember,
this world as I have never been a part of it,
and the time passing by bringing death in my reach.

I need to sleep, but alarm cries asking me to rush,
few more colorless people and devastating classes
but they call it life and I see it as
the last walk with trembling steps towards you again.....

ASHUTOSH KUMAR.
This poem is Dedicated to one, without whom these thoughts could have never became words, and neither all these pages could have ever been written.......and to all you readers . Keep reading more of me....