Alcohol and Me

Never ending hangover stories,

I am fed up being a drunkard;

I have gone far away to sob for being a beautiful mess;

The sound of dropping of ices on the drooling juice glasses makes me crazy,

The magnificent bar chambers accompanied by charming bartenders,

The cheering of glasses to glasses punches me when I took a glass of water,

I forget the pains and sorrows of life;

I just rejoice every moments,

Wines and vodkas are medium to float away my pains;

I laughed and clapped as I feel my pains are getting away,

I savoured the sadness with a pinch of lemon and salt,

The tanginess release my soul to surrender;

I feel like a free bird in my abode;

Beers are must when my life becomes a witch,

But, sometimes life itself surprises me with bottles of beer at my door.