the night is up to its shenanigans again
the alcohol is filled to the brim
i taste it and your lips
and casually put my hand around your waist
is it a mistake? i’d rather remorse than regret
life on the fast lane, full of laughter and bets
do you not recognize me? this was me before the monsoon
long before you came, it brought me infinite tears and gloom
but i forget about it and take a sip
and cheers to those i hold close now
to those that passed away you are missed
and a middle finger to those that chose to go away,
alive or dead i cannot say
it is a bag of mixed emotions; and that is okay
for what is life’s happiness if there was no sadness to compare
and the tears of happiness i feel now were once tears of despair
those that understand can go away too; those that didn’t are already gone
i live, love, laugh, and hold the last call till the party goes on
we are not here for long
might as well live the night away
once a kid from aberdeen said:
“better burn out than fade away”
but till then i am here to stay
those bruised knees can signify “head” or a prayer
and which is devotion, and which blasphemy, who is to say?
all i know is i ain’t god, for god is shorter
and i ain’t ever looking down upon someone to pray.
मंच 