Chocolate Milkshake

Cold yet warm,

A potion that turns anything to glee,
A concoction that rids me of all doubt,
About what connects matter to heart,

And physical to metaphysical,
It stirs my soul as I stir it with a straw,

Overwhelming me as I sip it in,
Wrapping me up in a warm embrace,

Better than a hug, better than a kiss,
Better than love or any pleasure the world may offer,

Virgin, innocent, genuine and unconditional,
This brown drink beckons me in all purity,
It cools my insides, stripping me of all pain,
Filling my stomach and heart,

Ridding me, at once, of hunger, thirst and sorrow
It reaches my heart rather than my stomach,
This glass of pure elation,
Caresses me from within,

It sends me a kiss through a burp,
I sit, eyes closed,

Rapt, in this momentary bliss,
It is the drink of pure delight, nothing short of ecstasy,

Who said money can't buy happiness?
What delectation can surpass,

The drink of joy?
Joy that nothing but a smile can express,

So profound it is packed in a glass,
A glass that offers relish,

Before, during and after drinking,
And why would I turn to another liquid,

When this beverage remains my companion,
Too bad it is only a glass full,

If it could only last longer,
But what is there to worry,

As long as there is chocolate and milk is left in this world.

Written on 21st March, 2016 (at Brewberry's cafe, IIT Bombay, over a cup of chocolate milkshake. A glass of it that I shared with none, but a moment I'm sharing with you all now)