I always wondered what it tastes like
the infamously famous potion featured in most of the Bollywood scenes.
Is it bitter or sour?
Or does the rancour taste sweet? Sweetness that kills!
out of curiosity though,
well, yes the situation was opportune too.
You know, the melodramas that come with ‘love’.
I popped the cork
And peeked inside.
Harmless looking volume
of bluish green,
resting in eternal peace.
Tilted the vial and swirled the inside.
Ah! it’s alive, it moves.
I held the bottle near to my nose
and took a sniff
Doesn’t smell death.
Held in my hand for an entire minute
then suspended my thoughts.
drained the bottle empty down my oesophagus,
it went sloshing down the pipe
and disappeared somewhere as it reached the chest.
I stood there waiting for a burning sensation in my insides,
but in vain.
Twiddled my thumbs,
took an involuntary breath
through my mouth open wide.
Damn! I need a repose.
As I drew the blinds over my eyes
I was transported to an enchanted island,
Yes! one similar to Shakespeare’s.
I was lost in space
in wander and wade.
Until a sharp fern
prickled my leg.
Ouch! that hurts.
It will said the wobbly nurse
aa she readied for the inject, terse.
Then I gathered my sense.
Poison only tastes like poison
until you’ve swallowed it!
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