I Cant Feel.. Poem by kaushik chandrasekhar

Every sunrise that goes through the horizon holds those times,
Time stagnating lives and realities broken down to shooting stars,
The way however hard and heartbroken sustains on this very road,
The road back home and days back ages,
Subtle coincidences and trembling thoughts,
I tend to break the cork and up comes the fizz,
Whatever i just owned slipped away a few inches,
How much ever i ponder with the bottle the wine is the same,
They say wines bring out wit,
I caressed the bottle with much care and respect,
Its not European or Asian or Scottish,
Its from the middle east, the looks and the aura,
Its only the two of us in this dark cottage with few cigars,
A night no one can forget to remember,
I can look through the bottle and its mine,
No time can stop it nor no evil,
These very hands of mine are lifting the bottle,
Like a baby by its dad, like a swing in the air,
The touch of the bottle so cold and consuming,
I wish i live longer than time,
I carelessly look at those paintings old drawn and dust mounted on them,
The first dropp of wine touching my tongue,
Like a dew dropp hanging on a flower for the last instant,
Down gushes slowly the wine,
Down gushes steadily the wine,
Washing all my senses and leaving me blank,
Half an hour later i am the bottle with wine,
And the bottle without senses is me,
Whatever the bottle left in me is all mine and my possession,
No one can take it away no one can even see or realise it,
Gods are stones and evils are granules,
Let them be wherever they are,
What have i drunk? ? the concoctions of love..
Who gave me that? ? the beer bottle..
I die because what i have drunk is not wine anymore,
It is my love which is in me alive and alert,
Untouched unfelt by every possible force on earth,
here i am in the salvation of love,
Forgive me because i am drunk by love and i cant feel..........