The Death OF Innocence.

“If you are going to sniff, might as well pop it,
And if you are going to pop it, might as well mainline,
I was scared of the syringe, but I take in”

He thought it is his first day. He told himself he will never get addicted towards it. He remembers the voice of his inner heart,” in a life time there should be an experience of everything”. Doing drug is not a bad but addiction is bad. He knew he can handle it; he will just do today only in controlled manner.

The sniffing of it was awesome. Its goes inner deep inside the brain, touching the parts of nerves where it is was originated. The pleasure that it provides gives a relaxation. The breezy air was blown throughout the body. The life is really good when you experience new changes. It is dangerous to mainline through needle while sharing with friends, so he tried pop through the rupee note. The first pop was the best. It was like a long heat wave throughout his body. Any ache or pain or sadness or guilty feeling was completely flushed out. A full satisfaction and relaxation was there. Mind was at peace, he feels like he was in heaven. He slept over there and was enjoying his first pop of a heroine.

He knew taste and smell of glue from his early school life. Sniffing glue in tissue papers and plastics was a part of week, among his friends circle. When it became daily routine, he never noticed about it. It was really hard to take it in class, but he always managed to do it. Among his colic’s, he was best.

He tries to stop it, but soon it became like a dream. It’s impossible to stop dreaming. Everything was in control but satisfaction and pleasure wasn’t, every time he tries to stop saying, “one last sniff, after that no sniffing, but the last sniff never reached.”

He was taking his life away from himself, he knew it was true. People around him were just making an example of him. Who damp cares about the world? He only want that addiction and pleasure, that brain hanging. For that, he was ready to do anything. Pick-pocketing, robbing the people, shops, were the few daily activities when he didn’t get money for buying his drugs stuffs. He neglected the society. Soon, the street corner became his home. There were others company too. The other day to live was another mainline of heroine to have.

Oh I forget to mention about his syringe incident. He stills remembers those days. After the college, a night at New Year eves, at his sixteenth birthday, he went to pub-house with his friends for celebration. The gals removing their bras and panties, was the hard time for him to control his own desire for sex. When they started to play with their vagina, masturbating themselves, that moment for him was the best incident to watch. It was before when he had watched porn movies, or seen live couple sex in bridge side, but today he was enjoying live incident of gals masturbating, playing with their nipples. He was totally wet inside. That night, he had a group sex. The sex was not sufficient for entertaining, so he took drugs from mainline. The satisfaction of cocaine is far better than sex. Sex is just for minutes, doing cocaine makes you feel like being in heaven.

He had been caught while sniffing drugs at home, so the other day he left his home. Few days, friend’s home was the place to take shelter. Soon, he choose street corner as his home. The only problem with the street corner was the breezy air that blows, that makes body shivering and shaking. There was no danger of anything. He was free to live aside corner. The stars and moons were twinkling over sky; his passive eyes never saw the sky clearly. The dogs were his best friends; they slept along his sides to provide the warmth in the cold winter nights. It was really hard to pass night, if there was no shot of heroine, or mainline of cocaine. Just a shot wasn’t sufficient. Just a syringe or mainline wasn’t fulfilled. When he had no money for it, in order to compensate desire and satisfaction, he has often taken the tail of lizards, the liquid from shocks.

His life ended over the street corner, where thousands people pass their way daily, he was there alone at night to spent his remaining life time. He was known to be street dogs.

Those are the people who died, died
Those are the people who died, died
They were all my friends who went and died.
They were all my friends who went and died.