Wednesday, December 24, 2008

"Chain choking"

I choked, gasped for air, waiting to die
But it won't come that easy, sometimes even life tells a lie
Amidst the fuzzy blindness, I thought this was it
I called for help, "Let me go", sinking into the thickness bit by bit..

Inching my way through the lights, I looked for a sign,a way
Pushing and punching, "Move away" I said, no mercy for these beings today
But the music blinded the blind, noise and revelry blocked every turn
On the run against the army of chimney heads, my stomach began to churn.

There must be a rule, or simple decency as it's known to me
Not to blow your insides on my face, and pretend like you don't see
I dashed to the exit, my last resort to escape,a lunatic's release
Held myself together, just in time, before I forgot how to breathe.

Finally out of the watering hole, where my precious lungs were on display
I coughed out fumes, of anger and habits alike, determined to have my say;
"Smoke if you will, honestly I don't care, it's really your wish
As long as my life, mere as it maybe, isn't puffed away as your side-dish!"

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

"Smoke if you will, honestly I don't care, it's really your wish
As long as my life, mere as it maybe, isn't puffed away as your side-dish!"

Compelling finish. The wish or necessity to smoke is often fed by a deeper dysfunction.

Suryanshu said...

This captures familiar thoughts in a superb manner! Love the title, and the anger seeping its way through the words!