I see,
Surrounding me,
Drugs,
In the smoke ash filling up corridors
In the burning smell that fills up my lungs
In the unwashed dishes scattered over the sink
Attracting bugs by the thousands!
I see,
Surrounding me,
Drugs,
In the hidden whispers behind closed doors
In the guilt laying in bare gazes
In the lack of socialisation skills
In the ugliness of failed exam results!
Why,
On who to lay this blame
Would it be cowardly
To simply point it out
To the unfolding of the dark ages
Which have been recounted
By Rishis thousands of years ago
As these sat, in deep introspective meditation?
Would it be simpler to point
It out on the growing complexity
Of the society
And its many demands
That become so burdensome
That only drugs act out like a cure?
Or should we be honest towards ourselves
And bite our lips with remorse and regret
As we acknowledge
That drugs be like water wells;
They dwell where they have to in utmost stillness
It is only us, who go towards them
Walking clumsily on our own feet!
Why,
I see everywhere,
Drugs
And of these
I wish I could simply puff away
As easily
As winds do blow away clouds!