The Divinely Drunk

Another semi-awake outpouring late at night. (Oct, 2024)

There once was a drunkard
Whose name time forgot
He would cuss and caper
Down untrodden paths,
Carefree, never to return
To the same step twice

He sang with fervour
About a garden
Where all the birds flock
To hear his message
Of love and peace
Before they take flight

He whirled with delight,
No concern for propriety,
Such abandon and ecstasy
Coaxed colours off the rainbow
To join in his dance,
Leaving us blind

Who was this madman
Disturbing the winds?
Like a tornado he came
To challenge and provoke,
Uprooting the old
For a new dawn to rise

We caught him one day
And demanded a jot
Of this mysterious wine
That he alone knows
The secret behind
This vineyard sublime

He laughed like a child
Waved his hands in the air –
“I have nothing to give,
This wine isn’t mine,
You can taste it too,
Just leave everything behind.”

Kiruthika Rajeswaran