cheers darling

after 8 rounds of vodka ,  ..

my visage crumbles into watery puddles..

they reflect your eyes , as i had seen them the last time..

the humour i infused has gone numb finally..

younger boys who look upto me, watch me break down,

searching for words that would never come..

not when the master of words needs them..

the coffee is like adrenaline..

trying to revive a corpse that never wanted to die.. 

the bureaucrat cringes in shame,

his diplomatic facade coming down one more time 

as the poet cries out in deep anguish..

tears that would go down the bathroom drain

 and join plenty others to form that underground river 

no one has bothered to name...

the poem has dehydrated..

in a hangover , it walks the sleepwalkers road..

and slowly collapses beside its master..

both not knowing ,

not caring ,

to finish off 

the last glass,

the last kiss and 

the last words to the girl they loved...

Reviews

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. brilliantly written ... extremely poignant ... personally ... i am not an exponent of this school of thought ... i think that love exists where soul mates exist ... and where soul mates exist ... we really don't have a choice in the matter ... they determine our feelings even before we can try to ... and there can be no reason good enough to abandon them ... or isolate them ... you can call that submission or anything else ... but experientially, that's how it is for me ... i wouldn't call it love if it wasn't about my soul mate ... and i wouldn't call it "moving on" if it was without him ... i wouldn't leave him ... never ...