The Drunkard

The door of the BAR opened with a bang
Annoyed and murmuring he emerged out of the golden light
As if thrown out of the heaven back into the dark.
Staring at the door, until the last ray of light dissolved
His lips locked over the mouth of the bottle
Like he gave it a French kiss!
And began moving, doing the dance of MJ

Frequently he alighted for one more kiss of The Soma
And again the dance followed.
Uneven, he thought, were the roads
Whenever he tripped over his own feet
Global warming! he uttered
For the earth, for him, was spinning fast

To the sculptures he told his plans
With mannequins he romanced
Ring-a-Ringa he did around the trees
And hissed at the street dogs that barked at him
At the silent corner, finally was the climax,
One more kiss, and he was at the zenith of lunatic ecstasy

Stepping over the footpath,
like an actor, he held the stage
Spotlight, The streetlights happened to be.
his biography he retold to the audience, the empty sides
He cried, laughed, angered, annoyed
He Won, He lost, suffered and enjoyed
And finally silence was acceptance.

On the bench, he lied
The eyes reflected the clouded skies
A drop of tear crawled down his cheeks
reflections of the dreams, squeezed.
The empty bottle slipped out of his hands
And his eyes closed,
Just untill the golden light would knock again
Clueless of surprise that tomorrow would bestow.