New Year

As the year comes to a fast end,

I’ve done as much as I can do to mend;

All of my past deed,

To which I once felt the need.

But, now as I head towards a new year,

My past stories seem so mere;

Coz I’m eager to get through that door,

Where new opportunities are floored.

And now, it’s my chance to grab the right one,

To make the best of it, along with loads of fun! 

Happy New Year Everyone!!! :)

Theme Thursday - Sweet

Taste of sweet nectar

Reminds me of times we shared

Bittersweet memoirs.

Shared with : Theme thursday

Clock of life

The clock of life is wound but once.

Life's choices lies in abundance.

But to choose the one that's right,

Is not an easy trick to learn overnight.

So lets head out and make mistakes.

Be reckless and later deal with the fates.

Because life Experience arrives as we fall.

Time is limited but enough to make the right call.

Written for: Carry on Tuesday #135

Redemption

The ocean calls from beyond.

Little boat, with its long oars,

Ready to be taken for a sail;

As they await you by the shore.

It’s upon you to mount this boat,

Leave behind this so called life.

Come aboard, the ocean calls to you,

To escape from life’s piercing knives.

Your life so far, a grieving symphony.

You deserve another chance at recovery.

Come aboard, the ocean calls to you.

Your future waits, sail ahead to rediscover.

The ocean swoons you from beyond.

Free yourself from the bonds of fear and shackle.

For it is time to start, a journey afresh.

Oh, to be young again, is indeed a life’s miracle.

P.S: A second chance at rediscovering one's life, could be anyone's dream.

Shared with: Magpie Tales - Mag 95

My Knight Forever

“Where are you taking me?”

Curiously, she tried to peek,

From behind the blindfold.

“Patience my love, you’ll soon see”

He let the blindfold fall.

There they stood,

Middle of a giant chessboard.

Surrounded by the majestic,

Black and white pawns.

“This is beautiful”, she sighed

“If only I knew how to play...”

“You’ll soon learn from me” he smiled

“But on one condition...”

He knelt down and held out his hand;

“Will you be my queen forever?”

She folded her arms and spoke;

“No, I shan’t!”

His devastated look made her happy.

She had found her true love at last.

Reaching down to him,

She whispered in his ear;

“Will you honour my heart,

And be my forever knight?”

Written for: One Single Impression Prompt 198: Knight

Concealed Love

A covert mission

Tattooed my heart with your name

If only you knew

Shared with:  Haiku Heights Prompt #96

Malice

I see dark Malice.

Your eyes brimming with lust.

Am I to trust you?

Path I ought not trot.

Resonating from our bodies,

Deep dark Malice.

Restraining myself.

This joy of pure pleasure ends.

Alas, righteous Malice.

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Forgotten

Forgetting important things has always been a passive habit of mine.

Often when I travel, I get this lingering feeling that I might have left something behind.

Really, sometimes I just wish I could forget forgetting for once.

Generally, I forget to pick up my mom from the grocery shop.

Of course she can’t reach me through my cell-phone.

That’s because I’d often forget to recharge its battery too!

Ting tong! Wonder who that could be?

Evening MOM, I know I forgot again, sorry... (That's one angry mom!)

Now, where was I? Oh, forget it... ~waves a white flag!!!~

P.S: Just to be clear, I never forget to pick up my mom from the grocery shop!! 

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A strange place to call home.

They sat and ate in silence.

Glad to be warm inside,

After a long day's penance.

They felt home, so far from home.

The darkness of winter,

And the cold snowy storm,

Were well outside the shackled walls.

All accepted prison life with lesser scorn.

They might as well get used to this.

This is their home, for the next few days.

And at the end of this Reality Show,

Is where the Real Money pays.

P.S: Wrote this with regard to all the reality shows that are aired on T.V. A strange place to live with different people from different backgrounds. And amidst all the cat-fights and politics that goes on inside these reality shows, When people get-together and share food, everyone feels at home at that instant.

Shared with: Mag 94, Carry on Tuesday #134: "The darkness of winter", 

Preach

Perhaps

Realism

Equates

All

Conscious

Humility

_________________

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Prompt 1: Single Word-Preach

Taj Mahal

 Image courtesy: link

The powerful infinite passion

Ardent to the desiree

Jinxed treasure and wonder

Marble flooring and walls

Angelic beauty of India

Haunted tomb of souls

An undying love symbol

Love forever will last

P.S: This is my first acrostic Poetry attempt.

Written for:

Prompt 5: Around the World (ATW) - TAJ MAHAL

Evening Nature And Caged Freedom

I needed a break from the same old routine of my daily life. I had had enough of studying and fearing the outcome during the exam. Exam time is the worst time and it occurs twice a year. I was going crazy with all the books strewn across my table and my bed. I wanted to run away from this madness. I wanted to go to one of the natural places in Mysore. The first thought that came to my mind was a nice, long evening walk at Karanji Lake. So I drove all the way to the place to enjoy the scenic beauty and to forget about my worries for some time. I badly needed a time out and I hoped to attain some peace from mother nature.

As I entered the premises of the lake, I was greeted by the glassy lake adorned by the orange sky. And further more as I got my camera out to take a few snaps I got lucky as a flock of white cranes flew over the water. It was a Joyous moment!

I even went for a boat ride and enjoyed playing with the cool, clear water although the boat instructor told me not to keep my hand in the water for long as the lake was a home for crocodiles too!!

As I sat and explored the lake, I saw many birds on the bare tree branches. The trees were their home and what a lovely place to live in- a home surrounded by water and clear sky. Well, I tried not to think about what these poor birds would do on a rainy day but then again its in their nature to adapt to any weather unlike us humans.

The warm, golden light caught my eye;

Peeping through the leaves and branches, 

As its beauty spread across the evening sky.

When the boat ride came to an end, I had no heart to get off the boat, but it was getting pretty dark so I had no choice but to say good-bye to the boat ride. Next on my way out of the park, I visited the Bird cage.Yes, these poor birds were kept in a cage right in the middle of this wide-spread nature. 

They were making quite a racket. As I got closer to the cage, they raised their chirping voices as if questioning me what right I had to be standing outside the cage while I watched them being cooped up in this box. I felt sad looking at them. God has created these beautiful creatures and gifted them wings so that they can enjoy their rightful freedom. They belong to the sky. They are meant to fly. But people want entertainment in all forms. Even caged birds are a form of entertainment. I felt sorry for these beautiful creatures. I whispered an apology and headed back home.

As I drove back home, I realized that my troubles were nothing compared to these birds. Because I have lots of options and choices in my life. I have the freedom to be anywhere I want to be. I'm the only reason I feel caged inside. Because I fear to accept the change and adapt to it. Today, I learned not to let anything bring me down. An exam was just a question on a piece of paper and answering it well will be my choice. 

I felt peace at heart.

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Thank you IndiBlogger and Kissan for giving me the opportunity to share my experience... 

Haiku on Space

Space between the light,

Could be my shadowy past.

Waves push me forth.

Shared with: Haiku Heights #97 -Space, It's Thursday-See n Write, missrockstar

Once upon a Dentist visit.

     Me, my teeth, and the braces!!

                                                           


                                                           A space in my gums,

                                                           I reserve only to you.

                                                          Oh, fill this empty space!!

I was singing on this tune before my milk teeth began to fall one by one. The events that followed this simple natural course of nature made me wish I had no teeth in the first place.

(The sequel of the above haiku will appear in a few lines below. And so this was how it all started. Read below...)

The one place where fear overwhelms to create ridiculously weird and scary thoughts inside my head goes to none other than the “dentist shop”. As a kid, I hated going to the dentist due to the following experiences:

Age 7: Usually milk teeth fall off at this age giving space for permanent teeth to grow. But in my case, two permanent front teeth were growing  right behind the milk tooth and as a result, dad took me to the dentist shop to get the two front milk teeth plucked off!! “Ouchy” experience I must say (including the injection that they give to numb off my gums, but who’s going to numb the damn pricky injection!!).But I got my reward in the form of a big tub of ice-cream, which made me forget about  the pain the next instant!!

Age 9: Turns out my permanent teeth were a wee bit wider n larger in size than all my little milk teeth put together. Extra space was needed to get them aligned all straight and normal. To prevent letting me out grow my childhood with a crooky tooth set and later torture me with braces, my mom took me to the dentist lady again and by her prediction, I was growing four extra teeth that would create a problem if not removed before hand. So there I was, strapped to the dentist chair, screaming my head off as if I was about to be fed to some dark monster. There was no way I would let them prick my gums with injections again!  As a result, I was introduced to a local Anaesthetic Injection, right to my wrist and I was put to sleep. I woke up hours later, with cotton balls stuffed into my mouth and the unfortunate “plucked” tooth were laid to rest in a plastic box. I remember burying them in our garden later. Talk about cremating one’s body part at such a young age!!

Age10: I entered the dentist office, shivering from head to toe for more pricks and plucks from the nice dentist lady. Fortunately, this was just a general check up and she advised my mom to bring me back at age 12 because she suspected my lower jaw to be smaller in size to hold two other teeth that were growing their way out. So no plucking today! Two more years of bliss, I thought.

And so this is where I recite the Haiku sequel:

There’s no space left.

Stop growing, it’s not funny.

Sigh, Dentist here I come!

Age 11: For all you candy-obsessed, sweet toothers out there, your mom is always right when she shouts at you saying things like, “ no more candy for u”. Because, the end result of over indulgence of sweets (in my case, Boomer bubble gums!!) will always ends you up on a dentist chair. So here I was, yet again in the dentist shop, getting one of my bacteria affected molar teeth cleaned out and cemented by the dentist lady. Not only I had to suffer the pangs of pain during the procedure, but also had to listen to an earful of advices and scolding’s from both my mom and the dentist.

Age 14: Due to some trips and vacations, my mom forgot all about my appointment with the dentist when I had aged 12. To say the truth, I actually did remember about the scary appointment but I didn’t bother to remind my mom as I was happy to stay away from the dentist chair. But now being back at the dentist shop, the dentist took the dental mirrors out of my mouth with displeasure plastered across her face and told my mom that had I come two years back (as I was supposed to!), she would have removed two more teeth and that would have aligned both my upper and lower jaw with straight teeth. Now all that was left to achieve was for me to wear braces for about a year and a half!!

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”;

This was the moment I felt like screaming at the top of my voice like some drama queen and running out of the dentist office for good measure.  All those years of painful misery I had to endure was to prevent this exact thing from happening, to prevent my poor mouth to be occupied by sharp, steely braces. Sigh!! Skipping one lousy year, and this was my punishment.

I resigned to let the dentist lady work her magic as she happily told me, “Say Aaa, Neha!!”, and I was once again reintroduced to the various dental instruments. Lesson learned: “prevention is better than cure”.

Presently, it’s been over seven years since my last visit to the dentist shop. And I’m still very happy to stay away from that place. Thankfully, my teeth are aligned straight as ever, and so I’m happy to smile freely without any awkward self-consciousness. And that’s the thing I'm really grateful for, given all the trouble I had to undergo during my childhood and early teenage life.

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P.S: About a month ago, I did go to the dentist shop for a general check-up. As I sat on the dentist chair and stared at the light focusing on my mouth, I was reminded of all these "fond" memories and so thought of sharing it.

Submitted to : Haiku Heights Prompt#97- Space

Image courtesy: babysittersbungaloo

Light

courtesy: Suhas Bhat Photography

Light from a burning candle.

A struggle to spread its warmth around.

As darkness threatens to overwhelm.

Light from a burning candle.

That's all a seeker seeks for-

A path to travel through the darkness.

Light from a burning candle.

A symbol of enlightenment and hope.

The little warrior of light. 

Submitted to: Haitu Heights Prompt#96 -Light

P.S: Thanks to my friend Suhas for the wonderful photo. "A picture speaks a thousand words". Hoping to have done some justice to the beautiful pic!!

Till death do us part.

More and more days passed. Time was growing longer, memories started to feel distant. His once constant stream of sms’s to my cell phone seemed to have finally died. I called him to know where he was or at the very least to hear his voice again. All I got was a voice mail every time I tried. That hollow space in my chest seemed to grow bigger and bigger as if I was punched right through my heart. Emotions always elevate metaphorical feelings to physical heights.

I finally decided to face the truth. I wanted to stop lying to myself. I decided to confront him, see and hear the truth for myself. It was the only way to put myself out of my denied misery.

Standing in front of his apartment door, I reached for the door-bell. But something restrained me from ringing the bell. Instead, I reached for the door knob and turned it ever so slowly as if it would buy me all the time in the world to embrace what I was about to walk into. The door was unlocked. As I entered, I heard muffled sounds from the bedroom across the hall.

A lot of emotions ran through my body- confusion, fear, sadness. But I couldn’t find even an ounce of anger in me; the righteous anger that my body should deserve to feel. As I walked towards the bedroom, I could hear his shallow breathing. Deep gasps of air that a body takes in when it is either overly excited or equally exhausted.

I stopped myself from jumping to the worst conclusion even before I could see the truth for myself. The fact was, I was just too much in love with him to assume the worst-case scenario even though the present circumstances did point towards a darkened direction.

Even as the door slid open, I took one look at the room, at him and at that instant I knew. There he was alone as ever, sitting on his bed, taking in deep-shallow breaths as he tried vainly to inhale out of the empty inhaler. I quickly grabbed the medication script by his bed side table and rushed out of his apartment. That’s when I saw it. The medical script contained complicated medicine names for the treatment of lung cancer.

I didn’t need more to understand the reason behind his recent absence in my life anymore. The reason was pure deliberate. As I ran back to his room, apart from the tears in my eyes, something else was showing: Determination.

I know he will put up a fight to push me away from his life. But I’m determined to stay with him till the end.

Tagged to : Three Word Wednesday, ABC Wednesday

Tomorrow

Today was yet another day- a boring, non-productive, sitting on the couch-listening to music-surfing the internet-watching random videos just to keep my mind occupied kind of a day.

Apart from the occasional bathroom breaks, I pretty much resigned to keep my rear end attached to the couch and my bespectacled-eye glued to either the TV or the laptop or the smart phone. Outside this geeky comfort zone that I had become accustomed to for the last few weeks, I knew that my life with all its regular responsibilities was waiting for me. But I decided to take a back seat again. What’s one more day of idle relaxation going to cost me? Nothing more to lose anyway, I thought.

I knew I had to pay the phone bill. I postponed it for later. I had a bucket full of clothes that needed to be folded and organized into the closet. I can do that later too, I decided. And that test the day-after? Well, there’s still one more day, I thought.

Somehow felt very comforting to know I could still postpone the things that I’ve been postponing from the last two weeks. As I contently settled on the couch to continue my lazy-a-thon, a saner side of my mind nudged me with a tiny warning: be prepared to face the consequences. But the very next second, I forgot all about it as my heart rejoiced with the fact and which is the solemn reason for my lazy trepidation:

There’s always tomorrow.

Submitted to: Theme Thursday whose topic of the week was of course "tomorrow".

Dear Diary Moments #1

Dear dairy,

I’ve grown out of writing from a book, all the way to typing my thoughts onto my laptop. No offence lappy, but I still love the classical method of actually penning down my thoughts into a book. I love the way a fresh page in a diary sounds when I turn it. The soft ruffling sound which the slightly yellowish page makes as I slide my hand up and down during the whole process of inking a part of my life, my experiences onto that page. Call me bookish, but I just can’t help feeling content when I’m writing something other than the usual class notes that I reluctantly take down every day at college.

But keeping an electronic diary does have its advantages. For starters, nobody can peek into my writings without a password to my lappy. I can go on typing anything I want here, anything I’m feeling. There’s no lingering feeling of getting into trouble. It’s usually my nosy brother who bothers me to this extent. Who else can have an unjustified access to a girl’s diary other than brothers!

Oh, this reminds me of those times. When I was 12(my god, already ten years apart!), well that was the age that I actually started with this whole diary business. I loved writing down whatever happened at school into a little diary that I had named as “Personal Diary of Neha the Spy”. Yes, I used to call myself as “the spy”. Silly, I know. But I loved finding out things. Very naive girl I was. In the process of finding out things about my friends, I became the carrier of the class gossips and other nonsense. I was new to the whole diary charade. I had a lot to learn about what to write and what not to write.

And I had never heard about maintaining anonymity while writing actual events referring to existing persons at my school. Let’s just say it was mostly about a guy in my class and how all the girls swooned around him as he was “oh-so-popular”. Word spreads pretty fast. I told my friend that I’m keeping a diary in which I write about the happenings at school. And she told her friend that I write about everyone in class, and she told her friend that I write a lot of bad things about some people in my class... you get the gist right!! Word not only spreads, it twists and turns the actual truth by a mile.

So my neighbour (a foe back then as he was a boy and just irritating as he had this nosy habit like my brother, to poke into things that didn’t concern him) and my classmate at school as well, was the spy sent by his other guy friends to steal my diary to know what all I had written about them. That was how my little brother was bribed to steal the diary for him for a price of a few chocolates. The little pest had no doubt seen me hiding the diary under my bed (I never thought 7yr olds would be so brainy, I had considered them to have an IQ of a snail!!).

But what my neighbour thought he had stolen was not my actual diary. Ha, give me some credit guys, I used to call myself “Neha the spy”, I wasn’t just going to sit blindly and let my precious diary get into the hands of some class guys now would I? I knew this day would come, and also I knew my brother was the only bridge between my diary and my neighbour. I had prepared a dummy diary just for this occasion. One day when my little brother was lingering about my room more than usual, I grabbed that opportunity and did some self-talking loud enough for him to hear and register into his little brain. I had talked out loud enough for him to hear as well as see me placing the very same dummy diary under my bed followed by: “I hope nobody finds this SECRET place, especially my BROTHER.” That was enough to keep the curiosity alive for the little brat. I knew he would have opened and inspected the diary the very next day. But being him, he wouldn’t have understood even a single word that I had written, because I had written some essays that I used to practice for my English class.

For the benefit of my dear neighbour friend who no doubt would be very disappointed and also I know how guys don’t stop until they get what they want, I had written some illegible nonsense about school, about the teachers and about the neighbour himself (I was bold enough to call him and his friends’ idiots). Well, that was about the nastiest things they could ever find me writing in my so called diary. And that put an end to their curiosity as they got what they wanted, which was very disappointing for them by the way and in the end, they let me be and stopped bribing my brother further.

And as for me, I feverishly continued writing in my secret diary, which I safely protected from falling into wrong hands. I’ve written a lot. None of those things seem interesting now, but I do enjoy how naive and innocent I used to be back then. Even now, if not innocent, I’m still a bit naive about the things that happen around me. But that’s just me. I like being like this. I let things happen on their own, I let troubles find me or sometimes, just run into troubles...Well, that’s a whole other story!!

P.S: There’s no big secret about what I used to write. The same old typical stuffs about school, home works, tests, crushes, jealousy etc. But over the years, the so-called foe (my neighbour) has become one of my best friends and the dude knows about everything I’ve ever said or written, he even knows what I’ve written over here extends the truth a lil bit!! :P  :P

The Circle.

My answers to some of the most commonly sought out questions:
What is life?

Life is, when you know there is a mountain of troubles waiting for you in the near future, and yet you live everyday and strive each and every minute of it in order to reach that seemingly impossible destination: the other side of the mountain of troubles. The grass is always greener on the other side.

What is love?

Love is, when you know that you and him is never a possibility and yet, you go all the way by giving your heart, your soul, your everything just to see it work for a while, until it vanishes from the face of reality. Love is just blind that makes every one of your decision seem plausible.

What is faith?

Faith is, when you close your eyes and believe in yourself strongly that you are going to get through that exam just before the results are announced and you open your eyes to see you have fared better than expected. Faith is real and gets stronger with belief.

What is misery?

Misery is, when you accept that someone close to you will never be returning back to you and their lack of physical presence fills you with an undefined emptiness and their memories haunts you every time you close your eyes. And you just wipe your tears and put on a mask of happiness and blend in with the people around you. Misery can be controlled but can never be eradicated entirely.

What is defeat?

Defeat is, when you know that nothing is going your way and there is nothing in your power to rectify your mistakes and decisions and all you can do is run away from your own life. Defeat resembles our own shadow... one can never run from it. We can only hide from it and eventually have to face its intensified form.

What is happiness?

When all doors have been closed on you and yet you have the ability to grab on to that silver-lining through optimism and repercussion and just hope for the best. That’s happiness...Keep your life simple and happiness follows you wherever you go. Hope for happiness rather than wait for misery.

Why am I stating my version of definitions on just these six words: life, love, faith, misery, defeat and happiness? Because they make a circle and I’m, just like any other person is right in the middle of it. Every time either one of these entities happen, each of those other entities follow us, wherever we are and whatever the situation we are in. Without these entities I know for sure that my life will hold no meaning. 

I've tried ignoring love and I've found myself thinking that my life has no meaning.I've tried ignoring my miseries and I've found that I’m leading a very robotic and unfulfilled life. I've lost my trust on faith, only to find out how wrong I was to lose trust on one of the most realistic things in life. I've even hidden from my happiness, only to learn that my eyes have a language of its own.

Life is a cluster of all of these. It’s a gift given by god. A platform to test ourselves in terms of emotions and etiquettes and most importantly, to be able to able to accept who we are with satisfaction ultimatum. This can happen only if we have lived our lives completely through facing the above mentioned entities. Miss out on any one of them; you’ll never come to know the real meaning of- “living your life completely”.

So which part of this circle are you in right now??

Invisible Giants

I don’t know where I stand these days. A lot of issues are bugging me out. Maybe I’m responsible for bringing up these issues into my life. Why can’t bygones be bygones? Why should everything have to be like this... you know... unmanageable and it feels like I’m viewing everything to resemble a messed up knot... Hard to untangle or maybe I just don’t have the strength or heart or whatever it is to untie this huge knot... sort it out so that I can handle all the problems one by one.

 Ha, I can’t even solve one silly problem and talk about even thinking of sorting out all these multiple problems at hand. I just can’t do it all at once. I can’t even seem to resolve them one by one. Oh, I’m so messed up. I’m literally feeling all messed up. My uncombed hair speaks miles about what’s going on in that brain beneath it. I feel like going underground, like vanishing from my room, like running away from everything, like escaping into the void. I know none of the things I just said are the right solutions to all my problematic repositories.

Then what is the solution??? Neither can I handle my problems nor can I give up on them. I feel exhausted just by thinking about them. I’ve tried the careless approach. I’ve stopped caring about them. Well it’s more like if manage to stop caring for myself and the problems that constitute me for a few days (now a days it stretches out into months!), then boom... I’d be greeted with more problems than there were before I had stopped caring for them.

Is there no end to this... how do I put it... this whole charade? Why am I thinking in circles? I know I don’t get any solutions out of these questioning and whining games that I’m playing with myself right now. But then why don’t I just stop this craziness? Or maybe I should just accept that the ship of sanity has long since sailed and I’m left out alone on a port that belongs to the city of the “messed up cuckoos”! Is it just me? I don’t think so. Everybody has problems that they can’t face at times of confusion. It’s the problem of an unprocessed mind coupled with uncoordinated body and soul. I just feel sick and hopeless and weighed down by all these invisible giants called problems.

Sigh... no answers today. I guess I’ll just have to wait (and in the meantime pick my brain with more crazy questions!) and see if I’ll manage to undo all these messy knots that I’m supposedly stuck in.

This is me signing out on a grim and confounded note.

That Song...

That Song...

As the midnight clock ticks in,

I feel the tears rolling down my chin;

Listening to the song that once made my life,

A living fantasy;

I now realize, I'm back where I started.

It’s like the time capsule has frozen my feelings,

And all these days, I had just moved on

 With the physical time.

As I listen to the song yet again,

I feel my heart getting transported;

Back to the time, where I felt

 Alive in all aspects.

But now, my heart is just an empty hole

And I’m unable to fill it up,

With any new hope.

My world around me is in total chaos,

Yet here I am, walking down

The memory lane...

And everything just slows down.

I can re-see all those moments,

That we shared together,

With precise clarity.

But when the song plays its last verse

And finally comes to an end;

I’m pulled back to the current time.

And all I’m left now is a track,

Of dried up tears and a time,

That can never be returned.

Note: Everybody has a song that is attached to a certain piece of memory that holds a special place in their heart. When we listen to that song, automatically that memory starts playing and replaying through our minds. Sometimes it brings happiness and sometimes such memories just hurt.


Shared with: poetry pantry, poetry jam

Sláinte, Beer Buddy!!

Oh! My mind would be so crystal clear;

If only I could have a mug of beer!

After a long day of clogging my brain,

I reach home, all broken with strain.

I get a text, my friends calling me over.

So I join their company, like a galloping rover!

The bartender’s hand reaches for the lever;

And pulls down glasses full of frothy beer!

Add to it, a bag full of spicy snackers;

We get started with a game of card-packers.

Amidst the circle of wild friends,

Who know no limits;

We drink together to the twilight,

And out comes all our worldly gimmicks.

The hidden truths and hidden lies,

Are thrown around like verbal flies.

Alas, all my secrets are out.

Now that I’m sober, I’m left with this doubt;

Of the things said and unsaid..

Oh, dear beer! You make me so high.

Once you are in, there’s no going down.

But you make me wake up the next day;

With a bad hangover frown!!

P.S: Popularly known as "man's best friend", who could forget the famous drink of all time- BEER. Hails mostly from the Irish colony, known for its "ruddiness", its a man's drink all in all!! I can't say much about beer, except it kind of sounds like bear :P .. So Slainte to all friends whose night brightens with a mug of this frothy beverage!!