Drugs

Splashes you up
Into a flowery bed
Making you feel
Like living in air

You think you got hold on it
But progressively you lose the grip
Once acclaimed as a famous cool dude
You now become a terrifying phantom

Your parents get ashamed of you
Your lovers get petrified by you
Your buddy moves away from you
Above all, you start running away from yourself

So in an attempt to enjoy your living
And to overcome your sorrows
You make your each moment to grow in pain
Until you finally succumb to it as an end

CLOUDS

 CLOUDS

Clouds are the most fascinating things I found during my boring and hectic exam days. I found it so interesting and charming that I finally understood why so many poems, songs and paintings have been dedicated to them. I found them more beautiful than any paintings due to the unique and pleasing colors. The most fascinating thing I found about the clouds was the forms and shapes of the clouds which are exactly the way we are thinking about at the moment. For instance, when I was reading a poem titled “Sheep in Fog” by Sylvia Plath, one of our prescribed poems; I found the shape of a sheep in the cloud.
So every evening I love to spend my time watching out the colors and shapes of the clouds which sometimes depicted my mood while on the other, my mood depicted them.