Trip Inn

By Mihir Sinha

Getting a little downbeat and dull

Sans inspirations beneath the skull

Or fantasies we’d like to cull

From the shards of everyday,

Rub away the haze

That’s been clouding your gaze,

But then, junkies on the chase

Always prefer slipping away,

We, who cling to the streets,

Looking for our special treats

In love, hope and deceit,

Hide their heart, a dead giveaway,

Surviving means a whole life,

Dreaming, just a little slice,

Doesn’t always feel nice,

But it helps understand today,

Nevermind the shadows and black cats

Omens, and purgers in hats,

Even self-help books and facts

And all that fear of going astray,

Don’t be scared, or maybe

Let your fear and hope have a baby,

An adrenaline rush, you could call it Amy,

Or just give yourself up and pray.

By Mihir Sinha