Monday, June 3, 2019

When I drink Whiskey ~ (S)

It is so easy
to drown my troubles
in a glass of whiskey
the sorrows fizzle out
like the froth in whiskey

as I sip a mouthful
happy days of yesterday
breach the brim of my hopeless heart 
and, I mourn for my glory days

I gulp an another sip of whiskey
But then, like the ice cubes
the imprints of my happy days
keep floating to the surface of my thoughts, 
I stifle a giggle
And, I soak myself, yet again in whiskey

Copyright @ Ajay Pai
28th May 2019