If you were a glass of scotch,sans soda
sparkling like gem stones on rocky ice
A tiny shot of tequila,besieged
in a castle of glass,pleading
not guilty through out,
I could quaff you down
my parched throat, like
by short lived fearless wisdom.
But you are not.
You are a castle
amidst the infinite sea,
not made of glass,
concocted in layers,
masking the answers,to questions
i could never ask,
buoyant by wisdom hidden in your pillars,
resplendent by your tall embossed walls, with figures,
an index of its sagacity,
chandeliers hanging like words of all kinds,
enlightening the castle at its pilgrims appeal,with
So many words.
And I too wish to feel your embossed skin
through my fingertips,
with each flip,
gaining access to the your light.
I wish to stay afloat with you,
on your paras undulating
like sea waves of a quiet night,waiting
for an eternal dawn of wisdom.
My very important friend told me that i had not done a fair job with this poem and could do better. so , here i am attempting again, to gain the access to poems. Your views on this are most welcome. thanks :)