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The Story of a Friday Night

Perhaps,

It wasn’t just another Friday night,

For something magical

Was waiting to happen!

Something special …

Maybe, who knew?

As their eyes met,

Again,

For the hundredth time that night!

A spark

Ready to fly!

A connection

Waiting to be made!

But alas! They looked away

Again!

And with drooping shoulders

And a throbbing heart

But with genuine sincerity

They took refuge in the

Helpless company of

The strangers of their lives: –

Strangers they met every day.

Strangers close to their physical self

But miles apart from their souls!

And the lights blazed,

The music grew louder,

The bottles grew emptier,

As loneliness bit their insides

Yet they were never short of laughs;

They needed a get away

Yet they sat along,

Nonchalantly,

With a contented face,

Gulping down the scotch

Their only other succour of the night

Than one another!

And before time

As they took their last sip,

There was this momentary pause

Just for that tiny bit!

Audaciously agonizing!

But surprisingly romantic!

Accompanied by

The fleeting dilemma

And the nervous heart-beats!

An ephemeral silence …

Engulfed them,

Alienating them

From all the ruckus

Of the outside world!

They looked mystified

As time stood still!

And then,

The final glance!

The final twinge!

The final moment

But of unrequited velleity!

As their broken-hearts

Decided otherwise: –

“Not today!”

“Not today”

As if taking a break

Would resurrect the part of them

That was already dead!

Maybe that solitary moment of warmth

Was all that they wished for!

Or maybe it was fate

As they made their way out.

A moment lost: –

A moment of rejuvenation!

A chance missed: –

A change to be whole again!

The music was still as loud as ever!

Most definitely,

It was just another Friday night,

Mundane, average, ordinary!

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Death of an Alcoholic …

The right never seemed right

For I was never sober;

I swaggered on in my life in splurge,

I was in fifth gear!

The pomp and the splendor

Was actually pandemonium:-

But little did I understand,

Inebriated, I was self-damned

Boozing my way to the morning again

Red and black tarnishing my eyes,

The alcohol sucked my life’s breath

More than I could ever surmise!

And I thought I was celebrating life

Dismissing the hurt and the pain with glee

As I drank to my ignorance

Bathed in my sordid moral apathy!

The ethanolic smog grasped my soul!

Being giddy gave me solace!

Drenched in vile intoxication

I was the ignominy on the face of grace!

And that was the moment I collapsed

I was cold and the world was quiet.

A sated heart or a disgusted subconscious

Or both of them engrossed in a fight-

Immaterial, as the malevolent alcohol

Fulfilled its destiny, accomplished its role:-

I had already drank my way to false glory

No more was in store for the savaged soul!

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