Drugged / Poem

Lights, lot of them.. in all colours

I see them getting bigger and brighter

I might be losing my mind

Or is it happening again

I should not write this down , not today

All I need to do is wait

And he will be home anytime soon

Eyes are stuck at the main door

I had asked him to paint it green

With antique carvings all over

Now the door is dusty and less green

Now it’s like me, hazy and more unseen

Door opened, I was half asleep

I saw his tired face and bulky bag

Between murmuring, my lips became wet,

Throat numb,

Body calm..

I slept again .

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10 Comments on “Drugged / Poem

  1. Nice poem.. but, not better than “Doors”..
    I felt missed something….! I missed your usual flow of words..! Maybe my less knowledge..!

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