Sunday, January 20, 2008

Cold Turkey

Cold Turkey
PART - 1
Our first vibes melted together in a joke,
We stumbled, never spoke of what lied ahead,
You took the challenge and went on,
Only to crave me, that’s when it went wrong…

I am what you suffered, addicted to,
I am what you traded with your wine and bun,
Filling your lungs with a deceptive ecstasy,
That left you worse than numb.

I can be the bitterness in your nip,
Pushing you into with the drunkards’ cult,
Killing you with every icy drop,
But never putting your tears to a halt.

I could be the poison on your lips,
Burning from the tobacco in your blood,
Promising to fade your sorrow in the smoke,
Yet only robbing you of the life you loved.

Of the rest of my trances to you,
Your fortunes could confront you to,
My disguise of love, my most creditable,
Which would leave you ever so vulnerable.

I am what you find the most beautiful,
Captivating you for another sight of me,
Offering only anguish and despair
And a hollowness that pretends not to be.

So after every word we trade,
After every glance, you put on stake
The freedom which seems slaving,
The friends who were never deceiving.

And one fine morning when you dawn to realize,
That I’ve conned you into joy in disguise
You shall turn around steady,
And follow the cold turkey.

PART – 2
For this is the path all junkies tread,
All know what lies ahead,
No matter what you face in this dark tunnel,
The other side would be bright and abeyant.

There’s a world in every eye,
There’s a symphony in every ear,
The catch lies in blinding yourself to what you see
And you won’t madden to my being in everything.

And so you shun that world
Shunning YOU here in the first place!
The nook that purrs with your fear,
Hoping against hope may be I am still there.

You tie your hands, strap your feet,
Gag your mouth with a shred.
Lock the door, draw the drape.
And drip your pain behind your nape.

As hours melt in the heat of the night
As the room animates before your eyes
Your mind conspires to your soul
And poisons your love with malice.

So what was once a pleasure to re-live
Those fingers reaching out to knot
Now round around your corpse
And raid out whatever you’d got.

You fight your own certitude
Pulling away from the straps
Choking for death on the chains
And drinking the thirst from your veins .

When the morning sun dawns next hour
Deceiving the bloody curtains,
Bathing you in pure sinless warmth
Luring you far from the wrath.

You’d wonder what thee thought of me?
What thou words speak for me.
Had the cold turkey turned my venomous ardor
Into a chalice full of abhor?

But that’s the beauty of the eschew
That’s why your blood was not of no use.
For you still respect me for what I am
You still see the benign conjure that I can.

And you move on, onto a new lane
Onto a new disguise of my mane
You might pit into a trap lurky
Relying you have the cold turkey…

Divita Mathur
A non drug ex-junkie


freak Show said...

phew!!!!!!!!!!!! nice poem thr....... but tell ya frankly..... it quite hard to imagine u in such DARK verses.......... u got the diversity my friend.... rock on...


nitric dreams said...

m shocked divita........did u catch my fever?
anyways....on a serious note.......i love u for this poem.....this poem goes to show tht things do affect tell me wen u wrote it.......god bless u.....

skywalker said...

hAlleLuJaH :)))




sTuPeNdOuS sTuFF !! :))

bUt iT Took aGeZ CuMiN.. nD It wSz WoRtH A WaIt !! bRaVo...
keep PoStIn.. Ur fIcKlE iNQuIsItiVe AmIgO .. lUvZ sUcH StUffz !!

SkYwAlKeR [ MoNtEk ]


i can think of various interpretations- addiction is not limited to junkies. it is practiced by fools who fall prey to one sided love;sloths who tread on the path of decadence; drones who shut out their minds....... who do you relate to?

Prashant Gautam said...

Contradiction: Once a junkie, always a junkie :)

Nice one.

another brick in the wall said...

that hurt! that fuckin hurt.. that ripped me apart and hurt :P

Divita said...

just as i'd expected. :) thank you for doing justice to this one..its the closest to me.

*~*{Sameera}*~* said...

Beautiful! :)

Is this based on personal experience?

Divita said...

:) all my posts are based on my personal experiences. i can olny write what i feel, i run only in the shoes i can wear (ugh.. pj!)
in this poem the catch lies in relating to your addiction...find one??

Kunal said...

Kudos to you!
I got cold sweats and goosebumps just reading this extraordinary bit of poetry.You're not an ex-junkie that much I can say, so what was your fix?

Ah I 'doped' it out, a Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie aren't ya?

Kunal said...

I was listening to this song all the while I was reading the poem. So much similar I'd say.

{A shadow lingering beneath tall fading trees; sunset}

{Insert dark melancholic music}

Where once was light
Now darkness falls
Where once was love
Love is no more
Don't say goodbye
Don't say I didn't try

These tears we cry
Are falling rain
For all the lies you told us
The hurt, the blame!
And we will weep to be so alone
We are lost
We can never go home

So in the end
I'll be what I will be
No loyal friend
Was ever there for me

Now we say goodbye
We say you didn't try

These tears you cry
Have come too late
Take back the lies
The hurt, the blame!

And you will weep
When you face the end alone
You are lost
You can never go home
You are lost
You can never go home

Divita said...

@ kunal

quite easy to figure out what i am talking about, this is harder than getting over dope.

which song is it btw?