My Whisky And Her Memory

My whisky and her memories once had a competition,

Mind is full of past action, though heart is occupied in her sensation.

Whisky is dancing in the glass, her memories sliding in arteries of heart,

Though physically in present, mentally she is chained in the past event.

Lifting the glass, drifting in the past, where her memories were cast.

Listening the birds, reciting her name in rhythmic tone is the only song, which will never last.

Wound that she registered in my heart healed, leaving behind scars,

Sipping of whisky, seems to be risky, exploring in her dreams of galaxy.

Counting the glass of memories, her lovely and recorded histories,

Eruption of theories and her logical stories having full of mysteries.

Her memories are like never ending journey, floating in my heart like to and fro.

Lastly my whisky looses and her memories conquer and our love just grows and grows.