“They saw rain pouring,
I saw wine and drank of it.
They see bright flowers blooming,
I see warm light being sculpted.
They heard clouds grumble,
I heard their plea to pass wine.
They hear birds chirping chirp-chirp
I hear them singing praises.
They felt summer’s scorch,
I felt sun’s tender kisses.
They feel pounding of hammers,
I feel sculptor’s soft touches.
They smelt stink and stench,
I smelt perfume of success.
They smell roses in their bloom,
I smell fire forging petals.
They savoured sweet lies,
I savoured acerbic truths.
They taste life and its flavours,
I taste death’s horrid lips kiss.
They followed their hearts,
I followed my drunken soul.
They follow lights and I shades.
In my Drunken Soberness.
All Belong to One.”
Written: 28th September 2012.
This is a kind of solo Renga. Quite unorthodox maybe, but I felt great writing it, and it felt like this was meant to be written so. I hope you’ll be able to feel what my mind felt. Peace! in its Drunken Soberness.
Photo Credits: Click Here! (Where I got it from, It seems to be circulating around internet.)