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.