Why do I get ‘drunk’ every time I sit to have just 'one drink'?
This evening and this place, that evening and that place
Why is it that as I drink, I think (of you)
Of that you and about all that time that we ever had together
And all those dreams seen with both our eyes, but realized by none …
What if you were here with me now?
What if I could talk to you, if I could feel your breath? and if you could be mine, till the end of time
And with all those ‘if’, I take that one more sip
And with that sip, I take the dip deeper and deeper into the enigma called ‘you’
No regret and no fear, just we together and together we travel a light-year …
Why is it so …that as I think more (of you and you) … I drink more
Till all circumstances and surroundings drop into forgetfulness
Till I fail to remember that there is a house to get back to and things to do
Till me, the bloody ‘sharabi’ gets pushed out by the waiter
No sense or no conscience …me the king ‘sharabi’ sleeps nightlong by the roadside gutter
And that finally gets some peace … and there is no worry and neither any pain
Just to wake up disturbed in the sunshine of the day and again question …
Do I get drunk to forget you or get inches closer each single night?
Is it the haze of your absence or the mist of the drink?
And life meanwhile continues to be just another interval between two alcoholic drinks
*’Sharabi’ in Hindi means drunkard
