Monday, November 11, 2013

Solace In The Bottles





I remember the very first time i drank. My skin was on fire with the feeling of anxiety and excitement. Row of bottles sat in the cabinet of bar. As I grabbed that amber liquid and took a sip sloshing down my throat, eyes got shut and nose crinkled in distaste. I struggled with initial few sips unable to adjust with the taste of bitterness. But then I knew I've got reasons to drink. I drank in hopes of discovering a tangible solace to assuage the misery brought on my love's defeat. She walked in search of me. I stowed away my half filled decanter under the table and managed to intrigue my state of inebriation. It was tough, i swear. She bewildered. In a drunken stupor, i lavished her with emotional words in an attempt to illustrate my sorrow. But she refused again. I don't know to whom but i was angry. That's how the first decanter followed the second, the third...and continued!

First Love






I wasn't expecting anything magical to happen. But i was startled. I became giddy and nervy. Goose bumps dominated my being. She was beautiful and tender like a garden of roses. Her mesmerizing smile made me fool. She was wearing stilettos under the red drainpipes that slipped into the double-breasted pink over-coat. She looked fumblingly hot. The thought of all her delicious body made me salivate and there's no way i can swallow it. Eyes met. The time stopped. Heart pounded. Atmosphere was charged with attractions. I gasped and knew that i'll never forget that moment....