Drunk, am I?

Depressed and lonely, art thou?
Remember the good old times
Drink and make merry
To woes and enemies alike, bid adeiu

Life's short, couple hours' show
Pain and gambles, many they are though !
A peg scotch, one sip tequeila,some rum
Few beers, and a quarter vodka to sail you through

Melancholic tunes and your smile, just intoxicating
Sad movies and lonely times, I'm feeling
Away from the crimson hues, I dance
Holding hands of my own shadow

My mind soars high, in the clouds
Like a bird, I sing aloud
I try, to hug the silvery moon
As it drowns into the sea, so soon

Not for woes, not for love,I drink
I do, so that out of my senses I seem
And I can know where to blame things on
As I cork open unbottled poetry,spot on

One more round,few more shots
And in a moment of confusion,I'd be caught
I'll also think of things to say
From play, the fray to even e-bay

Today, here I'm, high on booze
Tomorrow, you'll find me in gutters
Stinking bad,low on wit, after hangover blues
But, all this would have been so true
Had I been since drinking
Ad not sit down to write poetry,after a sip of brue

I-ii

I'm bad, so much that even devils fear

I'm good, more than an angel appear

I'm black,I'm white

Colours never know my life's plight
They no more shine bright

Maybe just little shades of dark and light !

My hands,my legs are weak
No sprints, I fight no more
Fragile I may seem, yet agile I am
My spirit,however,crumbles no more
In its quest, free like the roaring shore !

With you, I smile

Why waste a tear, in moments  worthwhile !

Truth I speak, lies I despise

Yet wonder

Can above the rest, I rise?

Of my existence, no one else know
No fear, no tensions,no fake emotions to show
Maybe I won't reach the heights you achieved
But, I also won't drop too low

Average and mediocre I am, they say
Maybe unlike you, I can't make 'today' my day !

Sometimes, even I'm confused

Standing at the crossroads,which path to choose

Explore my chances, or walk down the used?

Things I do aren't perfect

Neither am I, as my flaws reflect

You aren't either, with due respect .

Imperfections I adore

For they're the results my actions bore

At times, even as I live, I die

A rather lifeless soul, I sigh !

I love life as much as its end
Even the thrills at the crossroads and bends
Knowing how
Even the spices of life,death blends