Roots

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Amber Liquid

I hold it in my hand
Gloating over its colour
And the contours of my fingers

I roll the glass in my hands
Sip the fuel
Swallow its bitterness
And savour the sweetness
Of the paradox called life

I stand up
I spit out
Firecrackers outta my mouth

On and on I go
The smoke spirals up
And the sparkles twinkle in my eyes

Then I lunge for my veins
But my nails pull brakes
I pull soft tufts of hair instead

A frog starts croaking
Deep within my cracked throat
And a dam bursts
Out through my mouth
In broken, gasping laughter

Im laughing laughing laughing
Swinging swinging swinging

Im derisive
Im drunk

Maybe
Im just alive

- Chandni (29-03-15)