Cheers to my Solitude

Half full glass of whiskey stares at me
Asking me why am I drinking her with such solemnity
I wonder and wander with my thoughts
Flashes and lightnings strike my inner core
Yet I try to rub it with my soul
I know it is the whiskey that is penning me down
Regurgitating my lost glory and its days
Yet all I could find is pain and vain
I stare back at it,
And find myself all alone
Lifting it up high as if in glory
I cry out loud "Cheers to my Solitude."

Reviews

[Belle]

“Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is the richness of self.”
Yes, cheers to the writer's bestfriend.

[Deepankar]

Yes pretty much....... :)

[Mary Christabel George]

You really write the truth & you are good at the choice of words.

[Deepankar]

thank u......... all i try to write is what i see or feel.......

[Mary Christabel George]

That is what it has to be...
that is great!

[sheila.j]

I love the visual this poem gives :) good job!

[Deepankar]

Thank You........ :)

[Cursed]

I can picture this poem in my mind. Great job

[Deepankar]

:)