Pour Me That Drink

Pour Me That Drink

A Poem by Roshan Nair
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A tired evenings musing

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Pour me that drink my stranger,

Your eyes don’t seem that different.

I am not the victim of your gentle water,

The path to the counter; waltzing no danger.

 

The chairs they talk of the bands crying,

The doors swinging to a leavers touch.

The smoke on the ashes; yet to drift away,

Into the air that leaves, to return never trying.

 

Pour me that drink my friend,

Your voice is the most familiar yet unknown.

I wish to be your tag, just to see the view,

From the perch holding flows with no end.

 

The carpet it seems dustier since I came,

The glasses show the lights, dimmer than they seem.

The railing seems cold and fingerprinted,

Like call to angels who’s seen more nights in fame.

 

Pour me that drink my love,

Your skin has the glow of a thousand yesterdays,

I am no longer worried thinking of our tomorrow,

Hand in hand, with the brightness in our brows.

 

The squalor gets too comforting,

The tables are your neighbours and friends.

The drinks not so cold anymore, to keep my heart

That’s at the bottom already, from sinking.

 

Pour me that drink foolish mirror,

It’s your reflection you’re talking to.

I am here, waiting on my chair and no other.

You blame me for the night, if you can.

 

The day smells different to my eyes,

The streets smiling to the sounds of laughter.

Its eight hours for the killing now,

Waiting for the opening sounds about wise.

Written By Roshan Nair

Copyright © 2015 Roshan Nair

© 2015 Roshan Nair


Author's Note

Roshan Nair
Pardon any grammatical (unintentional)or rhyme (intentional) based liberties I've taken. Hope you guys enjoy it ! would love to hear your reviews

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The change as it progresses is something people will relate to because most of us who drink at a certain point, drink to drown ourselves in it. Sometimes maybe the line distinguishing one from the other can be blurred too.
I am not a fan of metered writing but I like your choice of words, and presuming you are a musician, I think this would make a good song. Dark undertones... Just jogging my brain..

"The day smells different to my eyes,
The streets smiling to the sounds of laughter.
Its eight hours for the killing now,
Waiting for the opening sounds about wise."

Posted 9 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Roshan Nair

9 Years Ago

thanks a lot for the kind review man, really appreciate it :) im glad you liked the flow and structu.. read more



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Nyu
I really enjoyed this poem, I loved your unique sounding symbolic phrases such as, "The day smells different to my eyes, the streets smiling to the sounds of laughter." I enjoyed the way you described moments by revealing their atmospheric moods.

Posted 9 Years Ago


I love the evolution in this piece that highlights the relationship between drinking and our perceptions. It distorts and changes us, our surroundings, and our emotions.. even if for a little while, or for those unfortunate victims-even longer... I really enjoyed the imagery... you set the stage in each episode based upon the turn that each new drink caused.. this is well thought out and skillfully presented..

the way you showed how it can go from something of euphoria, escape, and momentary bliss to dragging you further into that despair that you are trying to escape was done beautifully here...
"Pour me that drink my love,
Your skin has the glow of a thousand yesterdays,
I am no longer worried thinking of our tomorrow,
Hand in hand, with the brightness in our brows.

The squalor gets too comforting,
The tables are your neighbours and friends.
The drinks not so cold anymore, to keep my heart
That’s at the bottom already, from sinking."

nicely done, my friend..


Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Roshan Nair

9 Years Ago

Thanks a lot April :) Im glad you liked the flow and structure of the piece, I appreciate that you c.. read more
AprilRN1210

9 Years Ago

you're more than welcome, it was my pleasure. :)
This one is ridiculous :D! Interesting how his persona changes from light to heavier by the next sip he takes.. you have a very significant way to see and interpret. I think i'm liking it.. have to try something new :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


Roshan Nair

9 Years Ago

thanks sindu, im glad you liked the flow of intensity in the piece, thanks for the appreciation and .. read more
oh man! you knocked me off, this is so well written. I love the flow of your words here, it creates the changes and reflects yourself slowly as you read this. Brilliant.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Roshan Nair

9 Years Ago

Thanks man! Glad you liked the structure and flow :) Cheers!
This sounds like a person changing personalities the more he drinks. Kathie

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Roshan Nair

9 Years Ago

Yes kathie.. he keeps on evolving as he integrates into the settings of the place he's in with every.. read more
Wow.. This is amazing!! How with every drink the thoughts and perspectives change, and one becomes more oblivious to reality and feelings. Well put together in a string of beautiful rhyming words. Kudos :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


Roshan Nair

9 Years Ago

Thanks sakshi :) appreciate it... And thanks for showing me this place again. Lovin it :)
Sakshi

9 Years Ago

Don't mention it again. That was my duty as a fellow writer. :)
P.S: I just noticed they prot.. read more
Roshan Nair

9 Years Ago

Lol yes indeed! I looked it up too. Pretty great situation here :)
The change as it progresses is something people will relate to because most of us who drink at a certain point, drink to drown ourselves in it. Sometimes maybe the line distinguishing one from the other can be blurred too.
I am not a fan of metered writing but I like your choice of words, and presuming you are a musician, I think this would make a good song. Dark undertones... Just jogging my brain..

"The day smells different to my eyes,
The streets smiling to the sounds of laughter.
Its eight hours for the killing now,
Waiting for the opening sounds about wise."

Posted 9 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Roshan Nair

9 Years Ago

thanks a lot for the kind review man, really appreciate it :) im glad you liked the flow and structu.. read more
This is so relevant to so many people, I love the vocabulary you used here, which captivates the sort of tavern feel you have going. Great poem, loved reading it :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Roshan Nair

9 Years Ago

Thanks amanda :) glad you liked the imagery and relevance of the piece
First with each grouping, I get the idea that time is passing and he is having drink after drink. Then In the second to the last stanza he appears to be talking to a mirror. At any rate is he drinking to drown his sorrow? Valentine

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Roshan Nair

9 Years Ago

Well its open to interpretation as such now that I think of it Valentine, but when I was creating th.. read more
stunning writing, so filled with emotion and yet somehow without. you are very talented :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Roshan Nair

9 Years Ago

You are too kind audrey.. i have gone for the exact essence that you've mentioned.. its the myseteri.. read more

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Added on February 5, 2015
Last Updated on February 28, 2015
Tags: drink, pain, foolishness, addiction, laughter, loneliness, blame, introspection, emptiness, wisdom, bar, alcohol

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Roshan Nair
Roshan Nair

Mumbai, Maharashtra, India



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