at Trinca's...nine hearts meet, after nine lives...

After the poisonous liquid... singed our throats...
Our adda session reached its height,
At Trinca's-
Under the soft light of the chilly night,
As the year was closing in;

Old buddies we, gelled as if we had gone back to our old days...
Our days of playing naughty pranks...
And Sachs ...ordered more poison ...
Boom, as usual, was in his crankiest mood...
Zipping in and out with jokes of the monks!
Jokes and anecdotes flew
As 'Kolaveri d' set in ...
Coming  intermittent...like the lights that played on our faces...so bright...so bright...
Outside, the childish evening turned into voluptuous night...
Simmering all the way...dressed in white skinny attire...bare arms under the arclight...
So young and tempting-
Carrying the infection of love that crossed the frames of Time...
Horrid...cruel...Time...

 We placed arms on each other... and presented a story...
A story of old friends meeting again, adrift a strong current...
Like birds meet on the flight!
Old feathery friends meeting up in the sky...
Against the blue..

 At Trinca's, 'Kolaveri d'
Came to break our walls...
Time gave in to spontaneity...
Space became illusory...
Only bonhomie triumphed,scoring over all-
All ills and emptiness...
And pulls and pushes...

At Trinca's...
Nine hearts meet...
After nine lives!