Drink- Number 99

Please give me a drink to drink 
With ice and sugar 
With essence of melancholy and a taste of hunger
A mixture of heinous crime imbibed in the flowing river
Crimes I never committed just borrowed to be a victim
Culprit of lynching power, seldom suffering from illusions 
Wrapped in my blanket of cold discomfort 
Now assimilate them deep, deep in the bottle of leer
One I made by myself, ubiquitous like fragile despair
Let's pass this threshold, let's pass this disease of acute infections 
Guess we are on right track
Spoke the fragrance, marked by the impairment of thermal sensitivities 
Insensitive to all the prevailing emotions 
Dissosiated, Disordered bilateral delusion of persecutions

A theatric raincheck, gambled  on the misnomer well of future 
Let's boast about luxury, mother of excitation and inhibitions 
Slowly and precisely stolen from venus
Nurtured on hallucinations, blend the mixture with precious levenders
What about some cube of thoughts 
Isolated, secluded yet suddenly dear travellers
Let's sprinkle some cherished memory, ambushed by lustrous mirrors 
Beget all your hopes, time for my personal secret
A tangible drop of emptiness, characterized by equally strong fears

Churn then well, necessarily and carefully 
Serve it well my psychiatric doctor
Here comes the master and the magician of schizophrenic reactions 
Serve it under the oldest envious tree 
Beneath the full moon night of lonely dreams 
With wolves hollering, my imaginary friends dancing and singing 
Serve it in that bonfire 
Obviously I'm too immature for this, serve it to someone so thirsty to drink 
Someone I'm looking at, to someone who never looked back at me

Yes I'm talking to you, one with glass in hands
One step away from telling what he really think and understands

By - Kshitij Sinha 
19/10/2013

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