Would All This Be Possible Had I Not Picked Up The Cosmic Camera Of Introspection, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
challenging
my inner angst
a thought
becomes
my anger
before i
turn in
uncontrolled
indiscipline
convulsive
chaos
deep down
my wrinkled
skin..those
late night
binges
the nights
of sin
cavorting
with the
mistress
of the devil
on a spin
a losing
battle
i tried to
win.. xxx rum
sometimes
vodka neat
sometimes
gin..the throat
was parched
soaked in
silence
therein
till i surrendered
my self my ego
became a
teetotaler
a malang
a mystic
from within
gave up
the rotten
cravings
for her
ghostly
alabaster
skin ..
her hollow
eyes her
dimpled
chin
