To Heal You Poem by Tushar Agrahari

You wanna have an air of insouciance,
a spasmodic warm breeze
embracing your limbs
to pull you out from the burnt remnants
of your grotesque reverie.
You want a hiatus
to console your soul
sweltering with angst and malice.

It seems to be redolent of your delusions
an avalanche,
lurching towards ya.
Time passes slow
life goes on
you're stagnated
with nothing to showoff
ghost manipulates the mind
exuberance fades away
and body begins to spoil

The past's a wreckage
cards are archaic.
Hoe in some coke
wait for the angels
to take you to purgatory.

The Omnipotent's yet to give the verdict
but the vultures had already dug your grave.