Madness, the kite against the pastel blue sky

The rabid dog …..Salivating in the burning afternoon a glorious river of disease

Madness the mother and father of invention

Madness the child of verse

 The one who craves madness for subsistence

The one who yearns for its blanket of warm oblivion

The one who detests it for his loves’s ruin

Madness………madness…….madness.

Madness gravity

Madness atmosphere

Madness stained sheets

Madness broken empty bottles… burnt butts thrown around carelessly like fragments of your life.

Madness the silver lining on the halo of every hole

Divya Swamy