I might again take a long route tonight!
Yes, yes I’ve some chores to do, few words
to keep but no harm if I just walk around.
With lovers abound I feel some kisses are
rightfully mine. Let me gulp down a barrel
of good old whiskey of Papa’s broken-brewery,
I too deserve some cheers to be alive.
Miracles happen post midnight after tik-toks
of the vodka shots when a toothless tramp
appears to be a heavenly vision of Michelangelo’s
chiseled David erected way tall.
Really no hurry if I match few steps with my
homeless prince to flip a coin in famed Trevi
fountain in site ,once again to check on our
fates as we both have no one to keep us
warm tonight!
Love this!
I am glad you did, it has good old whiskey to keep you warm my friend 🙂
It was wonderful!!!! 🙂
Thank you so much, I am always encouraged by your generous words !
Your words are rich, Tanya! The pleasure is mine!
😊❤
This is beyond beautiful
Thanks a lot Shantanu, I am truly in debt of your kind and encouraging words. Humbled 🙂
My absolute pleasure
I love the poem and more beautiful is the rhythm
Thanks a lot Ramyani, how very kind of you, truly appreciate it. I am glad you enjoyed the rhythm!
Great poem about the long route home, Tanya. 😄
Sort of like a micro mini version of James Joyce’s Ulysses.
I had never read Joyce’s Ulysses but my dad had.
And when we took a walk around downtown Dublin many years ago, he realized the pubs we passed by were the names of places Joyce had mentioned in Ulysses.
And the protagonist’s journey was from pub to pub instead of island to island before he arrived home (in the Homeric version, it was the island of Ithaca and no doubt in Joyce’s, it was some wife waiting by the front door with a rolling pin in her hand). 😂
Thanks a lot Count for such amazing comparison!
I once tried reading Ulysses, but left it mid way felt it was too long! I never really enjoyed long epic poems apart from Milton’s “Paradise Lost”.
There is something very romantic about old school Irish pubs, although I’m more or less a teetotaler but still I enjoy the ambience and culture of small pubs. Funny roaming pub-pub and having a wife waiting with a rolling pin 🙂
Such a beautiful poem of a long walk home.Its filled with the warmth and the coziness of a long night and a glass of whiskey.
Thanks a lot Megha, I truly appreciate your kind words and insight. Although I’m not a great lover of alcohol, there is something romantic about it 🙂
You write really profoundly. You do have a silver hand
I’m glad you felt it so, thank you!
My pleasure
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