Sobriety

 

Sobriety

Yearning for someone out of wits, 

The mild terror of voices heard,

Shivering down the spine it was

The whelming act of love.

The stolen glances you don't beg to cease 

The uneven gasps of panic and please.

Unwanted and banished words of truth...

The so called embellished truth.

Appalling mix of impulse and crude 

Defile slaughter of identity

Is this supposed to devote vows?

While bits of wreck, nerves and breath

And, semblance at its arid loss.

Remains of the day at last -

Temperance at its very vast.

Riddhi Chakraborty