Glass of Alchohol

Glass of Alchohol

Life is not that special,

Why is this thirst not quenched?

The pegs are full,

But I am not thirsty.

Life is not that special.

When a glass of alcohol clinks with another,

Why do I not remember her?

Now even the evening is not that special,

Now that the bottle is not near me.

Now that I have started staggering,

When we started going to the pubs.

Then I remembered a tale,

There I left a filled glass.

Again you started showing your traits,

Again I remembered her.

Why did I get infactuated?

When will this longing end?

This is my first book of poetry. I am trying to portray my thoughts on paper with the help of my poems. Time passed, looks changed, thoughts changed, met new people, made new friends, and some people I still remember and some people who still remember me.

           

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