Sunday, 31 July 2011

Time for some ‘Delta-9-tetrahydrocannabinol’


I have never been drawn to the cannabis world. Didn’t feel the need to be STONED. Why do I need some chemicals to ‘tickle’ my brain cells and ‘receptors’ for getting high? I am High anyway.

Socially maladjusted and emotionally troubled people get drawn to marijuana and find it soothing. It makes one worthless and sluggish, so I heard from some not so near one.

Now that’s a challenging opinion. Let’s rebel without a cause.
And so I set off from the beautiful Keukenhof gardens to the exotic Coffee shops.

I had heard marijuana makes people go crazy. Being a mildly risk-averse individual, sensible as they call it, I did not want to take any chances, especially with so many “commitments” pipelined. Packed my Sensible, level-headed, cognizant half in the ruck sack ;)
And he was too willing to go. After all that’s the spirit. Good things and Bad things, Noble deeds and not so noble ones, we do together for the rest of our lives.

So what does the curious mind find? Hurray!!!! After 2 joints food tasted better and feelings and emotions were more vivid. I Sang:

Yesterday,
All my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks as though they are here to stay
Oh I believe in yesterday

Suddenly
I dont have the laugh
I used to weep
Theres a shadow hanging over me
Oh, yesterday, came suddenly

Whyd she have to go
I dont know, she wouldnt say
I said something wrong
Now I long for yesterday

Yesterday
Love was such an easy game to play
Now I need a place to hide away
Oh, I believe in yesterday

A Warm hand on my shoulder. I wake up to find my future. I smile.
There are the eyes I always wanted to look at me, talk to me, to feel me. This is the human touch I always longed. I Belong to him, he Belongs to me and we belong to each other!!

Marijuana doesn’t make you sluggish, it makes you foolish.
I will go for the tulips any day. They make me high.

Wednesday, 16 February 2011

This is the closest to being crazy













In the crossroads of my life
I am standing strong
Miseries feel so wrong
There are no promises made.

Piece by piece I have let all go
Strong winds and sometimes snow
They made me cry from time to time
But there are no promises made. 

I need no vagueness now
I have found my happy place
I have already paid
And there are no promises made