What does it take to drink a cup of poison?
You say -'Its the courage,
That is woven, in the oceanic depths of pure consciousness
Or on the fragile surfaces of imbecile adventures.'
I have drunk a cup or two,
Though I'm laid, neither in the depth, or at the surface.
I have been walking on the winds and sleeping with the stars.
What then, you say of me brother.?
What does it take, to drink a cup of poison?
You say 'It is the fame, failure has earned,
That mocks the ego of expectations in public,
And drown you to where light of compensation can ne'er reach.'
I have been drunk with it for a fortnight now,
Though I am, in need of of compensations,
And neither have, a reason to be.
What then would you say of me brother...?
What does it then take to drink a cup of poison?
You say it must be-
'The ghost of a gross humiliation, that have hijacked
The most vivid dreams into nightmares undreamt of.'
But I have been drunk with the poison for months now,
Though not humiliated even once oflate.
Nor terrified by any feeling of guilt.
What then would you say of me brother...?
If not courage, or foolishness;
If not failure, or grand humiliation?
What does it then, take to drink a cup of poison- I asked.
You think and think and say
'It must be love, brother!'..
And I realized her eyes were-
The clear blue poison, I drank.
From that porcelain cup made of heaven's clay.
