You the mental, I the mental

You the mental, I the mental

The world, our asylum.

You had your dose of sanity

But am all alone in the shock room,

Relishing this wooden block,

Ready to be switched ‘on’.

My love ! hear me, take me away,

Before they erase you in me.

Before they cure me of your memories

The red and white tablets promised

Me those singular nights,

Those colourless dreams.

My love aged with the wrinkles of hope.

Buzzzz! Am ‘on’, my ears screeching,

Full of voices, my teeth tearing apart the wooden flesh.

My world, my white castle of love and karma,

Brought down by the electron cannons.

I stand on an unknown land,

Some barren land of broken dreams,

Bitten and chewed by those milky white cows.

They look upon me with pity,

Their belly’s filled with medical reports.

The buzz stops,

Silence filling inside me

Like those thick fags of ganja.

These days my life is among the plagued cows,

But at nights I hide those red and white tablets

And somewhere inside me,

Small white bricks align back again!