I was taking a stroll on a clear night,
My fantasy at an all time high,
The inviting horizon,
The irresistible temptation,
Yearning for the white noise,
Wondering why are Hamlet’s words,
Diminishing the high’s intent,
Frustrated I was forced to think,
Standing at the brink,
(Just one step and I outwit all
And one step behind, no difference at all)
The thumping brain was boggled,
(Maybe by the altitude)
But the ghosts of my past appeared
In front of me as they thought I needed help.
I laughed at their concern,
And they at mine,
(Huh! It’s puzzling business, this life).
Anyway, so now when I was intruded,
I tried my best to be not annoyed.
This is what they told me-
(For some reason the effect of the grass left me
And I again felt grass beneath my feet)
The Science teacher said-“it’s not a game of dice”.
The Economics teacher said-“there’s monopoly”.
The English teacher quoted Robert Frost.
The Maths teacher-“it’s all in the Zero”.
The Arts teacher showed me a balance,
And said-“justice is blind but God is not”.
The school priest said-“let there be light’.
The principal however stayed silent
And said you need a break.
Then they all disappeared one by one.
And again Hamlet returned to disturb me.
I told him that the void in me needed essence,
Or else it would swallow me.
He smiled and said-
“To be or not to be”, and fled
But something made me step back,
As I felt giddy,
The noise had colour now,
Dawn was peeping in,
I got up, dusted my pants off dirt.
My eyes were wet (might be the dew)
But my brain no more numb
(The quality of grass, I doubt)
Though I felt my back tied to something.
I shrugged and said maybe I had a drink too much.
I wanted to sit now as my heart felt heavy or maybe complete.
So I returned back and slept dreamlessly with a smile.
When I woke up my eyes had a fire;
A dream and a desire,
When I thought of the previous night’s trance,
It was Hamlet’s fault, I knew at once.
