Drinking Metaphors….

This table is our couch,
the drink I buy you
is our pillow.
You lean and confide,
In this moment here, now-
I can only pity your despair.
All thought dear,
is a veneer, waiting to be
corroded by time;
all bonds are
‘basically’ built by bricks of emotion.

Perhaps yes, I wonder
or pretend to
and
fiddle with my glass;
In a brief silence,
I try to reach out to your pity
while you take out your cigarette.

I cant.
Do you know, I ask, the difference
between a cake and a biscuit?
……No ,
Both are ‘essentially’ made of same,
just ,

one gets harder with time and the other
softer
I utter, lighting your cigarette.

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