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.