Drop Dead

When your self is dropped Dead?

What would you do?

When you are in a dark mode?

In which circle you round and round?

Your thought radius you.

Or you radius your wisdom.

Tell me, what is your point?

Sleeping pills, insomniac, anti depressants 

Heals you in your mounty outline,

Or you hit your mortal head harder on those walls?

Many asks:-

What was the point to consume those pounds of drugs?

And why did you steal your father's tattered purses for sure?

You think to hang on the ceiling?

You think to gulp hemlock, but why?

This world is a metaphor, endearing one

You are a WORTHY love in every rootcause,

You are a cradle of laughter for this universe,

Not a god to decide salvation and purgation .

It's easy to bombard lectures you say,

But experience of histories are there for sake,

Ain't get happiness in those glass pints,

Neck your coarse in those tinge wreaths,

This precious life of yours Amiga,

Is a road full of magnolias,

There will be water, there will be fire,

No five elements of life will let you be independent,

Worthy one You!

You are a morsel of nature, God created.

Get out from those sleepless nights.

Drizzle in those sun beams of wisdom,

Let those light bathes you.

You aren't alone in this aloneness.

You are not just ready to see behind those four wall cubicle,

You are, you will, you heal my dear,

Allow rainbow to touch your untouched parameters.