Fly...

Appreciation of life and the power of loneliness accompanied by a joint....

How wonderful it is, 

when I'm walking, 

with the cool imaginative thoughts,

rolling around my head... 

Often I talk to myself, with gestures from within.... 

sometimes it just gets washed.... 

it's blackout.....perhaps I'm feeling high.... 

it's the feel, just the feel.... 

my eyes comprehend with my head.... 

I can even feel the message.... 

the never ending supply.... within the sense.... 

It's consciousness that envelopes... 

it's the feel that is all around.... 

it's the thought, I think of.... 

it's the vision, I see.... 

its the freedom, I seek.... 

it's the need, I want.... 

it's the care, I love.... 

its the herb that is taking all over.... 

The world is so crazy.... 

makes me to create illusion in eyes.... 

it's so congested, yet it's so wide..... 

Wanna scream but the pitch is low.... 

nevertheless i enjoy singing in a rhythmic tune, 

revolving all over my brain.... 

just enjoying the walk... 

Herb....only herb..... 

making me imagine... 

getting lost in the air.... 

making me feel high..... 

higher than the black monsoonal clouds.... 

and it's raining beneath my feet.... 

just wanna mediate and mediate... 

about me and within me.... 

oh! I is flying.... 

I'm smiling without any reason.... 

everything is in focus.... though the sight is blur.... 

The world has become straightforward..... 

people seem to fasten the time.... 

but....here i lie in my own world.... 

flying in the clouds...following the deafening silence.... 

just in joy....

and with the end of this cigarette... 

I don't wanna end this trip..... 

wanna fly more..... 

wanna fly more....

© (written on 3rd June 2012...1:41 pm)