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Memorable Drink

Come, now for this Memorable drink;
We're now on the tip; We're now on the brink;
Hear me while - there's some music - I'm unplaying
Unsaying some things;
Be with me - there's some rain - I'm undrinking
Unthinking I've really been;
How we walked along hillsides,
How we walked for miles and miles;
Silently - How we witnessed hatred and love;
Holding on to every sunkissed treasure from above;
Many births, many deaths; And that music of breaths;
Did we ever understand; The strength of our land;
How we started to grow; But now I've come to know;

There's really no way up which we go;
This is all that there is. And this is so.

All creases that were - Have started to smooth;
All stings - all burns have begun to now soothe;
And the web - of this magic - is now deeper;
Steeper it seems;
Though not new, just as pure, just as sure;
I am of every dream;
How this novelty subsides;
How the world shows its sides;
Silently - Come with me, stop -
Some time in the shade;
Hold on to colors that will -
Never now fade.
Through this one last glance;
Now assume a whole dance;
Hear the shimmer of wind chimes;
Tap your feet, now to time;
Let this drink, for once, flow;
Now I have come to know;


There's really no way up which we go;
This is all that there is. And this is so.

- Nachiket Kelkar + Me

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