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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Wow just wow, I am blown away right now!!! This poem was magical, moving and wonderfully flowing!!!! Write on dear poet!

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Valkyrie Warrior

9 Years Ago

I am loving your work! Great I would love to hear when you publish more!
Roshan Nair

9 Years Ago

I'll surely send you an RR whenever I do :) thanks again
Valkyrie Warrior

9 Years Ago

You are forever welcome.
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Yam
Undoubtedly, this takes one to a fantasy world...but i am really curious to know about the AbcA style of rhyming in each stanza..is it a literary type..or ur personal touch?!

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Roshan Nair

9 Years Ago

Thanks for the kind review yam :)
The rhyme scheme I have derived from writing music.. its an .. read more
Damn Roshan... this was one mesmerizing read. I have never seen such imagery in a poem before. A jaw dropping piece indeed, my friend. This may come out a little cheesy, but I actually got goosebumps as I was reading this, and I do not think it was from the cold!

I noticed a rhyming pattern you have going on in the poem. It was hard to catch it, but I have observant eyes. I have a soft spot for rhyming, you see. Just by reading this, you got me excited to read more from you.

I admire how you experimented with both happiness and sadness. I find this something hard to do, so therefore, you impressed me.

Thank you for constructing such a masterpiece!

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Roshan Nair

9 Years Ago

Hey thanks Afraa, your words are always so motivating to me, really lights me up !
Thats how i.. read more
Afraa

9 Years Ago

You're very welcome, Roshan. It was an enjoyable read.
Been down this road, good write and thx for sharing.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Roshan Nair

9 Years Ago

Thanks a lot! Glad you stopped by.. will keep posting! cheers!
what a work man!!!..."The drinks are not so cold anymore,to keep my heart" are very touchy words.You've described the state of being alone in a very fantastic manner.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Roshan Nair

9 Years Ago

Thanks a lot man! Really appreciate the review :)
Prashant Rajput

9 Years Ago

you are most welcome.
The way you have described certain things in this poem is really good - a picturesque description. The flow is smooth.

"I am here, waiting on my chair and no other.
You blame me for the night, if you can" - I see a hint of frustration coupled with despondency. Sad, yet beautiful. Good write :)


Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Roshan Nair

9 Years Ago

Hey thanks a lot for that comment, ..and yes frustration with despondency is pretty much the feeling.. read more
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This poem made me feel sad and lonely.. I liked the way how you described things from an attentive prospect of eyes that know it is late and there is just the speaker and their thoughts. thank you for RR :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Roshan Nair

9 Years Ago

Thanks a lot for checking it out ! that was the intention of the poem and im so glad you completely .. read more
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9 Years Ago

You are welcome :)
I like the bar poetry. Men and women hide little with liquor or beer as the salvation.
"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.'
I roamed the bars for 20 years. They are my best stories now. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Roshan Nair

9 Years Ago

Thanks for the empathizing words, really appreciate the review.. I also feel bar stories do wind up .. read more
Coyote Poetry

9 Years Ago

Young and bars. I would be a rich man if I did things differently. No-one learn the easy way and you.. read more
The last stanze is a killer, in the good way :) awesome write

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Roshan Nair

9 Years Ago

Thanks a lot ana! :)
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.

Sheer bliss to read!
Its amazing how you point out that in the end we are our greatest strength.
Keep up the good work. :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ishita Dixit

9 Years Ago

Same here. Plus you're a musician so...all the more eager to see your work!
Roshan Nair

9 Years Ago

Rest assured of read requests then :)
Ishita Dixit

9 Years Ago

Lol! Ok. :)

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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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Hey, I am Roshan, I am a poet, writer, musician and artist. I love poetry and it has gotten the best of my creative side off late. I sincerely hope you folks enjoy checking my content out and let m.. more..

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