Friday, November 27, 2009

Meltodynamics

Chemicals are not so good,
I always used to think.
But there's nothing against your mood,
When you want your eyes to blink.

My Delhi friends were to arrive,
But Psyboy called me for dum.
I went and lighted  a spliff,
Listening to trance I started to hum.

He went downstairs,
And got a cellophene sheet.
He told me its M,
And for me it was a trippy treat.

Trusting Insane, the sheet was licked,
And I was waiting for my mind to be kicked.
The first shot wasn't enough,
So we rolled it and had a puff.

I was asked if I have a trip,
But I replied, "No".
He took out another sheet,
That really made me slow.

Anywhere that I could look,
And elsewhere that I could see,
I saw something out of the blue,
And that was interesting to me.

Clock ticked past,
The trip got vast.
Now I got a bad trip and I could see,
A bunch of Muslims hanging by the tree.

Sambit's face seemed like a mask wagon,
I could see an elephant and I could see a dragon.
Whatever I felt and thought,
On his face it was brought.

My friends were there to get a bit slow,
But Insane instructed me not to go.
I thought my friends would feel bad,
So picking them was the only option I had.

I felt a speed on my wheels,
And the speed-breaker digested all my meals.

I was on the same height as Doon,
But suddenly came a cow.
All I think bout the accident,
Is why and how?

Everything was fine,
Except the wound on the hand.
Now all I could see,
Was blood on the sand.

I hallucinated for the first time,
And it was too good.
As I still remember,
The visualization beneath my hood.

420---Time to Roll


When I start to roll,
I feel a contentment in my soul.
It makes me wonder,
Why dont I see the storm behind the thunder?

I pick the stuff with chopsticks,
And burn it with different tricks.
The cigarette is roasted then,
And I empty it at the count of ten.

Now I crush the tobacco and stuff,
And get the temptation of the holy puff.
I make a roch with a filter tip,
Preparing my mind to be ready to flip.

I place the roch on the rolling paper,
Trying my max to avoid any taper.
The mixture is now filled in the cavity,
So that we break the laws of gravity.

I lick the paper at the gum side,
And get ready to roll the ride.
The left mixture is now filled,
By my perfection everyone is thrilled.

There's always a debate to light the roll,
So we end up in having a poll.
One of us now lights the spliff,
As we all climb the highest cliff.

Our(Me, VJ & Jayanti) Home

People are born with different styles,
Just like Rolex has distinguished dials.
But there's a difference betweeen royals and sloths,
As there is between lovers and goths.

Manav is good at cooking noodles,
But I tell you, he is worst than those poodles.
They know how to clean after they litter,
But he leaves the plates and enjoys his sipper.

When I feel bad at kitchen,
And I do the utensils.
Other roomies also join in,
And drop their pencils.

But this motherfucker is one of those,
Who gives you thorns instead of rose.
He enjoys the music sitting at ease,
While our systems start to seize.

Mario has to attend important meetings,
And give every person greetings.
So he rushes and has dinner at Kumar's,
While we start sweeping and look like chumars.

I will do it later,
He has always got this excuse.
We can't say anything now,
As he didn't refuse.

Its O.K. when you don't help us anymore,
But please dont drop the ash on the floor.
God please give them healthy brains,
Or we'll always keep cleaning dirty drains.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Life Without a J

August was the start,
And December will be the end.
But in this semester,
There's no spare time to spend.
I came here with this ideology,
But the drinks ruined my psychology.
Had thought to bang a hooker on a road-trip,
But I also failed in my sexology.
Folks asked to get some good pot,
And so we smoked even in red-hot.
I expected the girl to get high then,
But she replied, "No, am not!"
Was irritated by Manav's khish-pish,
So I adopted a gold-fish.
Now i am obsessed with her being around,
And have forgotten the good known thing called hashish.
I was there but now am not,
I am round the corner smoking some pot.
I wrote this poem just to prove a point,
That life is shit without a joint.

Monday, October 12, 2009

Levels of Psychedelic experience


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Level 1

This level produces a mild 'stoning' effect, with some visual enhancement (e.g. brighter colors) Some short term memory anomalies. Left and right brain communication changes causing music to sound 'wider'.[1]

[edit]Level 2

Bright colors, and visuals (ie. things start to move and breathe) some 2 dimensional patterns become apparent upon shutting eyes. Confused or reminiscent thoughts. Change of short term memory leads to continual distractive thought patterns. Vast increase in abstract thought becomes apparent as the natural brain filter is bypassed.[1]

[edit]Level 3

Very obvious visuals, everything looking curved and/or warped patterns and kaleidoscopes seen on walls, faces etc. Some mild hallucinations such as rivers flowing in wood grained or 'mother of pearl' surfaces. Closed eye hallucinations become 3 dimensional. There is some confusing of the senses (ie. seeing sounds as colors etc.) Time distortions and `moments of eternity`. Movement at times becomes extremely difficult (too much effort required)[1]

[edit]Level 4

Strong hallucinations, that is, objects morphing into other objects. Destruction or multiple splitting of the ego. (Things start talking to you, or you find that you are feeling contradictory things simultaneously) Some loss of reality. Time becomes meaningless. Out of body experiences and extra-sensory perception type phenomena. Blending of the senses.[1]

[edit]Level 5

Total loss of visual connection with reality. The senses cease to function in the normal way. One may feel like they are merging with space, other objects, or the universe, or feel oneness with the world. There are powerful, and sometimes brutal, psycho-physical reactions interpreted by some users as reliving their own birth. Feelings of reaching to the beginning or the end of space and time. The loss of reality becomes so extreme that it becomes ineffable. Dream or movie-like states, people have been reported seeing themselves in entirely different settings than their original setting. Many people experience religious phenomenon at this level. Often mentioned are an "all-powerful presence" or a "universal knowledge" which many equate to their idea of God or enlightenment. During experiences caused by substances such as DMT (which is an active ingredient in Ayahuasca), many people encounter conscious beings or entities that that seem to be alien or something stranger and manufacture visual patterns of objects that are self-aware themselves inside an incredibly strange and alien reality. These experiences cause people to experience an extra-dimensional reality of geometric patterns. Earlier levels are relatively easy to describe in terms of measurable changes in perception and thought patterns. "Ego loss", or complete dissolution of one's awareness of the existence of self, is an essential trait of level 5 experiences; the boundaries between "self" and encompassing reality cease to exist, and all that one is conscious of is the abstract manifestations of the hallucination. Thoughts are not processed or realized in words or an "inner voice", as in everyday life; in the midst of a level 5 hallucination, it is essentially impossible to distinguish conscious thought from the hallucination itself. This feeling has been described, with tryptamine-based hallucinogens like LSD or high doses of psilocybin, as a sense of "oneness" with the universe; with extremely powerful entheogens such as DMT or salvia divinorum, the resultant hallucination is difficult to describe, but has been likened by some to being "transformed into a Picasso painting". Many people claim to have spoken to intelligent entities during their trips, to have experienced alternate dimensions, or to have existed for thousands of years - often not as a human but as an abstract entity such as a shadow or paint - though the trip itself, in the case of salvia and DMT, lasted only five to ten minutes. This effect can be produced in high doses of LSD, salvia divinorum, andpsilocybin.