Pouring Some Whisky In The Veins
Drunken thoughts
a glass of bourbon, melted ice
coupled with late-night potato chips while crushing onto the teeth
sipped heat went down to the throat
a chilled feel, and gradual slower motions
fading the light away
one by one, suddenly dark
faded tunes from the YouTube
the street side musicals soothing my heart
the piano play on the station
the vocal on the side of the street
the harmonica sync with the violin melody
mixing up beats, one by one
taking me to the stairway to heaven
Ah! the glass runs empty
the ice-cubes waiting
to be soaked in bourbon waves
let me pour some
whisky in the veins.
(Initially published in Medium)
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Suntonu Bhadra
Travel storyteller, photographer, history enthusiast, poetic scribbler ▪ Editor of Paper Poetry ▪ I have started writing on Vocal recently.
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