Intoxicate Poem by Afraaz Mulji

In the tavern of your choice,
There are spirits abound,
Which wine will you consume?

Is it the wine of love you desire,
Or perhaps the wine of mirth...

Who is the Shams to your Rumi?
The poles of the magnet...?
Oh bartender, deliver me from my senses...

Relieve me of my reason and let me revel in the unknowable silence of their heady dregs...

Who is the distiller of these potent liqueurs? Let me meet them at the place beyond the horizon...

How can you speak of intoxication when you have not consumed this substantial brew?