Caffeine

Caffeine it’s playing with my head
My nerves have ceased to exist… 
And my conscious it’s either wandering or it’s lost In a wonderland of tomb and graves 
A garden both barren and arid…
So clearly now I see dreams Getting crushed and fermented…
Stored to be aged
Hibernating in the jar of longingness  It acquires the taste of wine White, Red, and Sangria
I myself have picked Zinfandel grapes
Am I drunk… Or it’s just Caffeine playing with my head
My nerves have ceased to exist 
Dopamine, I command your presence 
In this vivid radiance of numbness, I feel the venom in my veins…
Am I paralyzed  Or there’s no will to move this lively remain 
Caffeine it’s playing with my head My stitches are losing its threads 
My wounds are ready to shout and tell
I fear of what may come and what will vanish 
I fear my eyes will open and it’ll be all that I have imagined 
Suddenly I feel the mountains…Witnessing mist sailing as waves
My dogs are there and so are you 
I have forgotten your face and so may have you Is it a lucid memory… Where flashbacks are reaching inception and inception ceases at the singularity
Suddenly I’m a child again 
Caffeine it’s playing with my head My nerves it’s better that you have ceased to exist

By- Kshitij Sinha
19/4/2020