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)
