Stupor Poem by Gargee Baruah

This moment's rose and that shrill moment,
Head hits back and forward,
The gaudy song on the background
Making me dry from within
As I desperately look for flight.
The woman now switches to another.
Ah, stupor!
The waves lashing now,
Melodiously, in my glass,
My reflection dancing in it
And I look so dramatic and dreamy.
She switches to another song,
An upbeat one, and then,
The ripples create the jazz effect.
I dip my finger in the drink
And a whirlpool drags me down,
The songs all fused together
Cry into a cyclonic noise,
While I try to leap out of it
But a force stronger than my will
Pulls me down eagerly,
I enter a shady passage
That leads me towards
A river with closed walls
Around it, grey colored.
There's an old man, bony
And morose, humming
A perfect tune, rowing down,
I get on the boat.