Salted..

It rushes down, the fiery liquid,
And then the citric.
Ahh! What delight...
The heat of phoenix rising rises.
One moment of solidarity.
Looking around I think,
‘ it’s a happy place to be in’.
Then comes the scream,
And laughter,
And more laughter,
While rising high.
Hours go by,
And so does strange looks,
Before its all gone.
Poof!! And your on the floor,
On your own again,
Only until the sun shines again.
I arise and awake and wait..
The memories of yesterday hit me again,
Straight in my head.


-Bindya Kannappa(yet another thing)