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
Nice one, a bit different from the ''devdas'' type but the traditional conflict & perception of ''sharabi'' is evident here.
ReplyDeleteThe pain of this person is at once personal & universal, but the ''sharabi'' , rather the potrayal of it is typical of indian style.
I can actually see the entire scene happening in from of me..... like a pained picture.... i dont knw how to express it... but its like this person is real... simple and neat.
ReplyDeleteI can actually see the entire scene happening in from of me..... like a pained picture.... i dont knw how to express it... but its like this person is real... simple and neat.
ReplyDeletehaha...LOl..... I get exactly wht u mean.... -------------------------------------------------------------- i'm leavin a lot unsaid ;) :D let others figure out.... jus btwn us... "secret"!!! :D
ReplyDeletehaha... but with a dash of truth to it, I love da drama fiction --- fullonn desi style!! da 'love lorn' sharabi and da heartless 'waiter' at da bar, the footpath 'dost', the typical indian gutter and of'course the beautiful heroine whose stolen many hearts and broken even more!! hahha...lol.... Luvvit!! yekkkdum DESI!! mazaaa aaya