Inebriation Poem by Madathil Rajendran Nair

Inebriation

Rating: 5.0


Nostrils smell the air
Acrid, salty, ammoniac, thin
A world resides in odour
Like fumes of camphor
A sunset in wet hour

Inebriation they call it
Coming from the realm of spirits
Tipsy speech and gait
Courage volatile
Blurred image
Like a receding mirage

So be it, I don’t care
As long as I walk
This labyrinthine life
Watching the fun
Laughing out aloud
Singing my hymns

And smelling all along
The tree, the dog, the alley cat
Murky carpet wet
Incense before my Gods
As the clouds pour
Over the peaks
Torn asunder
By bolt and thunder

Oh, life is a beautiful petal
Tossed by eternal winds
On an unending plain
We take it transitory -
An everlasting pleasure
Where bodies fall
And then new ones are found
Providential replacements
In a drunkard’s endless dream.

Thursday, April 16, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophical
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Written June 2009
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edmund Strolis 18 October 2016

Philosophical indeed. The measure of a wonderful flowing sentiment is in truth that some poems falter, weakened by their lack of conviction but this writing is not one word too short or long. Magic in that such economy of words can be so ripe with meaning. Easily one of my favorite poems as I reach a year anniversary of tasting the fruit of so many poets.....blurred image, like a receding mirage. The metaphor transport and transcends the bounds of our sleepy state and within your writing a reality is crystallized. I shall return to this writing again and again.....................

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Kumarmani Mahakul 26 April 2015

Excellent collocation. Beautiful and meaningful poem. Many thanks.

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Rajesh Thankappan 26 April 2015

Drinking lands a man in another orbit and habitual drunkards live in another planet altogether! Exquisite write.

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Reminds me of Emily Dickinsons Poem that goes as....Inebriate of air am I, debauchee of dew.... A good poem sir. I welcome you to my page too.

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Valsa George 16 April 2015

Tipsy speech and gait Courage volatile Blurred image When I see this type of people who are inebriate, actually I feel sorry for them! Inspite of all the harm drinking does to their body and spirit, they may be doing it, because of some inherent weakness in them! A great write with powerful diction!

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