Every morning I see you,
Lying indolent on my bed
As I try to get up and hurl myself
In the day's mundane routine,
You lure me to the misty dreamland
Unwavering ,when I don't pay heed
You accompany me throughout the day
As dusk approaches
You cajole me to sink in oblivion
Of wine glass
Making innumerable promises
Which are obviously meant to be broken.
and when with false pride
and shaky legs, I walk out
You laugh at me,
(I know that, you know?)
Under the influence of wine
(Or despair of worthlessness?)
When I hang my dreams on tenterhooks
You are still there lying beside me
Now a days I wonder
Are you really there?
Is that your cadaver beside me?
Or you were never there?