By Atharv Sharma
Wait!
The drug of luxury,
The indefinite, unhinged, unpredictable
But definite twang of impatience;
An elixir to content, lest
An undone sorcery of some witch -
Fatally consequential;
A savour of which is reluctantly adorned:
However short spanned, however impactful-
The charm doesn't wither;
A creeper living on procrastination,
Vines sucking life towards itself
Reaping much more sweeter grapes-
The more invested, the more received;
A simple addiction, an expensive choice
Of a poor heart and soul deprived of life;
A debatable extension
In the sullen shades of silence;
Unavoidable jerk; a differtiator
Between long runners who condone it
And others bound to fall off;
A sole objective of some heart,
A certain belief of someone lost,
An only excuse for someone's existence;
A wine of taste,
Suites some rough tongues who've
mastered the course;
A tempting delusion of a tempestuous solution;
A sure suspended tantrum in the fit-
Beware! You were going to taste a sip!