Rahul Aithal

Rookie (25th Jan 1967 / Mumbai - India)

Drunk - Poem by Rahul Aithal

Swollen cheeks,
blood-red eyes,
heart bleeds,
the head dies.

Senses gone,
memories fade,
king or pawn,
look the same.

I am drunk.

Tongue chatters,
turns traitor,
nothing matters,
fears vapor.

Mind dribbles
weird dreams,
soul fears
endless screams.

I am still drunk.


Comments about Drunk by Rahul Aithal

  • Rookie Denise Bekker ~* The Sound *~ (7/27/2010 11:36:00 AM)

    All the character traits, of when drunk. Well penned by your sober pen! ; D (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 31, 2009



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