Chasing Peace..

The creator's genius sometimes leaves me amazed,

A world working just fine, 

Humans struggling for existence, just like the lesser forms,

Life, arguably, is a seasoned Vintage wine..

After an entire day's struggle,

When I make myself comfortable in the balcony,

A can of beer in one hand, a joint in the other,

Following futile thinking, comes forth an irony..

The dope slowly takes control of my senses,

Forcing me into a state of temporary bliss...

Concealing ,the wannabe perfectionist in me, deep inside,

Exposing the imperfect man that hides underneath..

Into this trance, when I slowly dissolve,

With Barrett and his gang playing in the background..

You come to me  dressed all white,

Spreading ripples of eternity all around..

The struggling world seems a hallucination.

everything seems so quiet , serene and perfect..

This is where i would forever be..

This is life, you bet!

I love the way you smile innocently at me, 

and then lose yourself in my arms..

And I love the way it feels, 

when I run my fingers through your hair..

The world just ceases to exist ..

All the time I hold you near..

The night seems like eternity with you in my arms..

Looking into your eyes, Am freed of all pain..

Time ticks by without getting noticed,

The cell keeps ringing intermittently in vain..

But then, I suddenly find you melting away..

Subliming into the thin air that smells of grass..

Eternity fading away, the struggle sinking in..

Flloyd sounding like cacophonic crass..

I hit reality.. My cannabinoids and neurons have started reviving,

Forcing me to quit this utopia whose end was predictably near..

And get back to the struggle..

To get up and roll some joints and look for some more beer..

This is life, The place where you sweat it out..

Struggling all your way to the day of judgement..

But Can't we steal a moment or two , and  make it happen, 

The way it once was, I've grown tired of this prolonged predicament..

Why is the struggle still on, I've no clue..

Probably it's fate..

But Do bring me peace someday, For even today,

The last peg always goes in your name! Cheers mate!