The unburnt

 

 

The spiral smoke tonight

Creates ripples in a beam

There are myriad layers

Of colored intoxication amidst cheer

Held within colorless glasses

The Master picks hues from disciple

While He  gives shape to the followers

A beverage on the table is effervescent

It overflows the brim without provocation

Someone clicks a perfect picture of lights

That blush above the youthful bubbles

The noise of cheerful songs is deafening

It numbs the coils tucked somewhere within

When the whispers need to be shouted aloud

The drowsiness arrests this vagrant pain

At one dim corner a lighter  sparks often

A thick syrup never comes out of toppled tumbler

But someone sips elixir from an opaque cup

And dances with chopped feet while sitting

Those on the dance floor never notice Him

The last rites of fuming ashes repent eventually

The imposed smiles on a filtered display

Whereas some ends of life remain unburnt.

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