Drowned

Drowned

Drowned in their senses.

The pleasures;

O so intoxicating!

The food and drink for the tongue!

the forms, the colours,

O what a delight!

Sweet music! Melodies which reach the heart!

and the smell….hmmmm!

in them all, we drown…

 

O the pleasures!

“what can be there more than this?” they say.

“make this more and more,

somehow, someway, doesn’t  matter”

“Deeper we go, more pleasure” they think!

 

how deep?

where ‘they’ become sense-less.

 

© Deepti Vishwanath