Pour Me That Drink

A tired evenings musing

Pour me that drink my stranger,

Your eyes don’t seem that different.

I am not the victim of your gentle water,

The path to the counter; waltzing no danger.

 

The chairs they talk of the bands crying,

The doors swinging to a leavers touch.

The smoke on the ashes; yet to drift away,

Into the air that leaves, to return never trying.

 

Pour me that drink my friend,

Your voice is the most familiar yet unknown.

I wish to be your tag, just to see the view,

From the perch holding flows with no end.

 

The carpet it seems dustier since I came,

The glasses show the lights, dimmer than they seem.

The railing seems cold and fingerprinted,

Like call to angels who’s seen more nights in fame.

 

Pour me that drink my love,

Your skin has the glow of a thousand yesterdays,

I am no longer worried thinking of our tomorrow,

Hand in hand, with the brightness in our brows.

 

The squalor gets too comforting,

The tables are your neighbours and friends.

The drinks not so cold anymore, to keep my heart

That’s at the bottom already, from sinking.

 

Pour me that drink foolish mirror,

It’s your reflection you’re talking to.

I am here, waiting on my chair and no other.

You blame me for the night, if you can.

 

The day smells different to my eyes,

The streets smiling to the sounds of laughter.

Its eight hours for the killing now,

Waiting for the opening sounds about wise.

Written By Roshan Nair

Copyright © 2015 Roshan Nair

Author's Note

Pardon any grammatical (unintentional)or rhyme (intentional) based liberties I've taken. Hope you guys enjoy it ! would love to hear your reviews

Reviews

[Stonz P.]

The change as it progresses is something people will relate to because most of us who drink at a certain point, drink to drown ourselves in it. Sometimes maybe the line distinguishing one from the other can be blurred too.
I am not a fan of metered writing but I like your choice of words, and presuming you are a musician, I think this would make a good song. Dark undertones... Just jogging my brain..

"The day smells different to my eyes,
The streets smiling to the sounds of laughter.
Its eight hours for the killing now,
Waiting for the opening sounds about wise."

[Roshan Nair]

thanks a lot for the kind review man, really appreciate it :) im glad you liked the flow and structure.cheers

[Valkyrie Warrior]

Wow just wow, I am blown away right now!!! This poem was magical, moving and wonderfully flowing!!!! Write on dear poet!

[Roshan Nair]

Hey Im so glad you're liking my work here. It really gets me smiling that you've found the piece so moving. I'll surely loop you in on any further posts.. cheers and thanks :)

[Valkyrie Warrior]

I am loving your work! Great I would love to hear when you publish more!

[Roshan Nair]

I'll surely send you an RR whenever I do :) thanks again

[Valkyrie Warrior]

You are forever welcome.

[Yam]

Undoubtedly, this takes one to a fantasy world...but i am really curious to know about the AbcA style of rhyming in each stanza..is it a literary type..or ur personal touch?!

[Roshan Nair]

Thanks for the kind review yam :)
The rhyme scheme I have derived from writing music.. its an AXXA scheme, you keep the middle two lines hanging to create tension and then rhyme again. Most of my pieces are songs ..atleast at a subconscious level, as I am a musician first.

[Afraa]

Damn Roshan... this was one mesmerizing read. I have never seen such imagery in a poem before. A jaw dropping piece indeed, my friend. This may come out a little cheesy, but I actually got goosebumps as I was reading this, and I do not think it was from the cold!

I noticed a rhyming pattern you have going on in the poem. It was hard to catch it, but I have observant eyes. I have a soft spot for rhyming, you see. Just by reading this, you got me excited to read more from you.

I admire how you experimented with both happiness and sadness. I find this something hard to do, so therefore, you impressed me.

Thank you for constructing such a masterpiece!

[Roshan Nair]

Hey thanks Afraa, your words are always so motivating to me, really lights me up !
Thats how i usually write, by creating an image in my head first.. I was an artist earlier, but now no longer have the time to draw,sketch or paint.. hence I choose to describe what Im looking at most times thru poems. Its refreshing that you caught my emphasis on imagery, really!
So glad you stopped by, you're comment made my day :)

[Afraa]

You're very welcome, Roshan. It was an enjoyable read.

[Jamestown]

Been down this road, good write and thx for sharing.

[Roshan Nair]

Thanks a lot! Glad you stopped by.. will keep posting! cheers!

[Prashant Rajput]

what a work man!!!..."The drinks are not so cold anymore,to keep my heart" are very touchy words.You've described the state of being alone in a very fantastic manner.

[Roshan Nair]

Thanks a lot man! Really appreciate the review :)

[Prashant Rajput]

you are most welcome.

[TheLostMind]

The way you have described certain things in this poem is really good - a picturesque description. The flow is smooth.

"I am here, waiting on my chair and no other.
You blame me for the night, if you can" - I see a hint of frustration coupled with despondency. Sad, yet beautiful. Good write :)

[Roshan Nair]

Hey thanks a lot for that comment, ..and yes frustration with despondency is pretty much the feeling I was trying to get out with that line. Im glad you liked it! :)

[~]

This poem made me feel sad and lonely.. I liked the way how you described things from an attentive prospect of eyes that know it is late and there is just the speaker and their thoughts. thank you for RR :)

[Roshan Nair]

Thanks a lot for checking it out ! that was the intention of the poem and im so glad you completely connected with the imagery.. :)

[~]

You are welcome :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the bar poetry. Men and women hide little with liquor or beer as the salvation.
"Pour me that drink my love,
Your skin has the glow of a thousand yesterdays,
I am no longer worried thinking of our tomorrow,
Hand in hand, with the brightness in our brows.'
I roamed the bars for 20 years. They are my best stories now. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Roshan Nair]

Thanks for the empathizing words, really appreciate the review.. I also feel bar stories do wind up as a small part one's legacy after a while.

[Coyote Poetry]

Young and bars. I would be a rich man if I did things differently. No-one learn the easy way and you are welcome.

[Ana B.]

The last stanze is a killer, in the good way :) awesome write

[Roshan Nair]

Thanks a lot ana! :)

[Ishita Dixit]

Pour me that drink foolish mirror,
It’s your reflection you’re talking to.
I am here, waiting on my chair and no other.
You blame me for the night, if you can.

Sheer bliss to read!
Its amazing how you point out that in the end we are our greatest strength.
Keep up the good work. :)

[Roshan Nair]

Thanks ishita ! :) I'll certainly keep posting me. im new here and have loads of to put up. Im so glad you enjoyed the work

[Ishita Dixit]

Even I am new.
Put i'll put up more work later.

[Roshan Nair]

Thats awesome! looking forward to it!

[Ishita Dixit]

Same here. Plus you're a musician so...all the more eager to see your work!

[Roshan Nair]

Rest assured of read requests then :)

[Ishita Dixit]

Lol! Ok. :)