You meet someone for the first time.
Filled with words that you think to be wisdom.
You hear with utmost curiosity.
You make notes and click mind-images.
You’re bubbling with excitement
waiting to froth all over the place
with appreciation (and flattery?)
but you’re sitting cross-legged.
Weeks turn into months.
And by now all your friends and neighbours
know of the person’s glory.
It tops Sunday-night-dinner-discussion.
As all pumped up things fizzle out
so did your bottle of coca-cola.
And now its nothing but flat sweetness.
The novelty wore off.
Now the person is just someone
who used to make a lot of sense.
And now you don’t even care
to attend gyaan-sessions.
You’re just working by yourself.
A warm bottle of flat coke.
Wondering where your judgement
drove off the hair-pin bend.
Masters you’ll meet many
But who eventually quenches your
intellectual and artistic thirst
is who’ll keep your fizz alive.