The Cup Bearer

"The Eternal Saki from the Bowl has pour'd
Millions of Bubbles like us, and will pour."

What further reminder need we that existence is fleeting, ephemeral, evanescent? What is a hundred years, the lifetime of a man, in an eternity?  Nashe ke hum bulbule hein. Of this heady existence that we live, we are but bubbles that rise up through intoxication.

Each of us is made from a mould that is not external, but within us. It exists with us and changes with us, rather we change with each change that happens to it. It is passed on at birth, at death. Never broken, ever changing. It is existence; we are only the vessels that enshroud it and shelter it till we create the next vessel and so on. Saki is eternal. We are only the cups that pass him from one to another.


Note: I meant to write something on H. H. Munro and came across the quatrain by Omar Khayyam while looking up on the famous cup bearer after whom Munro adopted his nom de plume, Saki. The above two lines from the quatrain turned my ideas into a completely new direction, which is what you find above. Hope you enjoyed it :). Comments and suggestions are welcome.