Rehydration Of The Soul

I am neither a Poet, nor a Lyricist. Had I been one, I would have for sure been a millionaire and had I been a millionaire, I would not be composing, I would not be writing ! Perhaps they call this the Method of Contradiction, one we used extensively to prove impossible theories in school, specially in Mathematics. So the established theory is - I am not a Poet.
But for sure I was drunk one fine evening watching Palladia channel, with Chivas in my head and pen in my hand, this is what got jotted on the yellow office notepad. Here it goes.........

Rehydration of the Soul

One Saturday night

When I was on stage

You must have thought I was drunk

It wasn’t the Spirit I drunk

The Spirit was drunk.

Time came for the dead to rise

The dumb were singing

It wasn’t a surprise

I thought I was reaching for the goal

Suddenly I realized

It was time for the Rehydration of the Soul

You can live with the mortal thought

And live your life to Crawl

Or crawl as you live

And make it beautiful for all

Its time you realize

Its time you need, Rehydration of the Soul

You don’t wanna die

When you know you stood tall

With all you had in life

Was for you all

When you are high, you know

Still it’s time for Rehydration of your Soul.