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I am drunk again- a poetry

Updated on May 7, 2013

The high spirit

Today I'm drunk, once again

and on the top of the world for now

Till I crash on my so called bed

a mattress, a few pillows, that's all.

I look around to see those butterflies

Which are not there normally

But they are there for the time being

Songs without lyrics and meanings

Air pregged by feelings

Oh! What a feeling, can't draw

even with softwares, to say the least

No lines, no contours, only abstracts

Its more of shortlived fragrance and smell

Its not new, its a routine

A couple of times in a week

That is the contract with my partner

And, that is how my cravings have adjusted to

I admire the power of this golden liquid

The alcohol or booze

It lifts me up to ground zero

From the depths of the debris, inner turmoil

Freely roaming in the mind and its accessories, the nerves and veins

Shattered dreams, pieces of breakage, all over the place

The booze starts trickling inside

The maze of alleys towards the brain

And all encompassing change happens

Lingers for some time

The songs reappear, musical notes abound

The stupor merges into slumber

Until the morning lights through the window

Yell and shout, thorns start flying

Hit me hard in all the pores

A sweet honeymoon falls

On the concrete, cold, cruel and stoned

In front of highrise, windows in skies

The sound silenced, absorbed by walls, color and paint

I wait for the next time, counting down

It is a big solace, even though ephemeral

In this drudgery of daily life

Its such a wonderful med

Though hated by all and sundry

Especially the members of the family

The conflict goes on and on

Unnecessarily, driven by age old prejudices

Like all humans, caught in their own web

Wriggling to come out

Blaming all the outside thorn

But the fact remains

That when you have a problem of your own

You try to fix a responsibility

On something outside your own

Like my boozing becomes a center

Of turmoils in the neighborhood at times

That is the biggest fallacy

The greatest source of pain for all

Is all inside, the base design, DNA and so

But we get tortured and endure the pain

Forgetting one very important theory

That all the pain and happiness

In most of the cases, situations

Are our own choices

Whether agreed by me, you or none

But all said and done

Long live booze if its servile

But always itches to take control, usurp

The incessant battle goes on

Till the war is lost or won.


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    • PDXKaraokeGuy profile image

      Justin W Price 6 years ago from Juneau, Alaska

      Great hub, Gary. Well said!

    • gary dube profile image

      gary dube 6 years ago from India

      Your comment is more powerful than spirit!

    • AudreyHowitt profile image

      Audrey Howitt 6 years ago from California

      Great write!!!