Paradise: A poem by Dr. Guncha Gupta

Square den clouded with smoke
Rock star lying wasted, doped!
Abrupt shock of colors geometrically aligned,
Hexagons upon hexagons forming a labyrinthine tunnel,
Sucking him weightlessly into the labyrinth.
Sudden calm followed by the smell of freshly brewed coffee.
Then memory induced by an old melody, that first rain, and petrichor!
The dopamine played havoc
As the rock star reached a high, his PARADISE!
His breathing labored, skin dull, lips black!
Euphoria from addiction lasting till his next drag!

The peace, calm and serenity
Attained after a productive day
Spent tilling the land
One with nature, seed to sapling
The Alchemist looked radiant
Tanned, baked in the sunlight
His sleep quiescent, his thoughts tangible
No dreams to cloud
His world real, his PARADISE sublime!
 

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  1. BBGUPTA25 April 2020 at 05:56

    Read her poem regularly, am impressed with the constant improvement reaching its near zenith in this poem. Impressed by the word" petrichor" which means मीटी की खुशबू" after rains. Good going, my best wishes and Aashirwad always

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  2. Unknown25 April 2020 at 07:21

    An excellent poem by Guncha.It's a pleasure reading how she describes the two highs:one of a drug addict and the other of the one who toils hard in his fields.Guncha observes life around her very critically n chooses very apt words to convey her ideas.

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