Tavern of my heart

Written in March, 2020.

I saved a golden seat
In the tavern of my heart,
Where the wine never runs dry.
I waited for you, O flighty one 
I drank and searched,
Then drank some more until I saw,
You were flying with the other birds
You were flowing with the foaming rivers
You played in the clouds like a child
And smiled at me with warming rays.  

I have a throne of gold
In the tavern of my heart,
Where the wine never runs dry.
Why am I drinking alone
When you are taking nectar
And flirting with the roses
Do you care not for my pain?
You mingle freely with my tears
But even those you steal away
Into your greedy earthly depths. 

There’s a golden casket
In the tavern of my heart
Where the wine never runs dry.
They say I am intoxicated,
They say I am dying
For you were nowhere to be found.
But as the mirror turns inward
And I breathe my last,
They’ll see You sitting here
On the golden throne
In the tavern of Your heart
Where You are the wine, the vineyard and the drunk.

Kiruthika Rajeswaran