Whiskey

have you ever taken a decision
like whiskey poured out of its bottle?

You cannot put the genie back in,
the only way to move ahead is to swallow it.

have you ever felt like a bottle tipped over,
that you never intended to give so much.

But, what’s inside is a flow,
gravity is in control. And you just
watch as its spilled out of you.
The stoppers to your confessions
hang their heads in SHAME.
Afraid of the freedom it brings.
Fearsome of the line you cross
like they are the officers of propriety
counting your sins,
The Lord’s personal reporters
sensationalizing my pain.
and the Lord laughs.

And I laugh at my own pain
with my own lord,
just so that he
does not get the satisfaction.