Intoxication

I am intoxicated and so is the world
Intoxication is in the air
Else who plays the game of life as if it were a musical chair?
 
When was the last, you ferried through the muddy trek?
To sail paper boat or fish tad poles in that stinking wreck
Count yourself the days when you counted the stars
Can you still feel the smell, when rain soaks the arid yard?
Do you have enough time?
To see the rain weave her jewel crown after seizing hearts on ground
 
I am intoxicated and so is the world
Intoxication is in the air
 
I could have survived with my due ration, but luxury beckoned me so far
Gifts were all free but trapping them cost me huge INR
Rain drops trickle down the glass of speeding car, while my thoughts speed across work
It scampers with light while my mind ignorantly plays with bits and bytes
Intoxication is in the air else who wants to work for a dime
 
I am intoxicated and so is the world
Intoxication is in the air
 
We sanctify, monetize and putrefy our Gods
We have divided the humanity and led us all to chaos
I hear a wailing siren as it brought in its belly, brethrens muted in death and agony
Someone avenged misdoings, waging jihad against the rest
I hear crowd ousting their brethrens on ones behest
Who intoxicated with power forgot the ration of six feet land for his chest
 
I am intoxicated and so is the world
Intoxication is in the air
 
We tickle our taste buds when someone stinks with the left
Is this the wisdom or was it when we were fed on the breast
Can’t we search a haven?
Where love rules and every human is a chosen
I want to get back as a child
Carefree and careless where there was no jealousy and no hatred
I want to take a deep breath leaving nothing that tomorrow I can regret
 
I am intoxicated and so is the world
Intoxication is in the air
 
SANJAY KUMAR SHUKLA

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