A lonely cup of cooling coffee
And, a half burnt cigarette dangling from burnt lips
The sultry summer catching its breath…
With the first shower of the season
But, he doesn’t notice…
The beauty…or, the mocking glances.
He has met his rain…
And, he keeps drowning
The dreamer struggles to break free
Weaving a hundred stories…
And…halting… hesitating…
He, drinks from her lips…
He fights to bury his obsession…
His addiction of her scent…of her presence…of her skin
While, he floats in her music and smoke
Sitting in a lonely staircase…
There were a hundred anomalies
An un-understood past, a scary present and an uncertain future
Yet, he craves every moment…zealous to gain her attention
Yet, insecure that maybe for her, he is a huge mistake.
Slowly, the magic passes…
And, reality catches him unawares…
And, he finds himself shunned to the sidelines
With excuses and false hopes
He watches helpless…
While his rain stops raining
And, the smoke clears…
While the music seems far, far away
He doesn’t believe reality…
Hating and loving her…
Angry yet disbelieving her actions…
While fighting to find his lost soul…
And, he finds himself back…
Sipping a cup of coffee, watching rain…
Looking for her invigoration in acrid smoke of cheap cigarettes…
Broken stairways…clouds…and…pain
11 comments:
"There are a hundred anomalies
An un-understood past, a scary present and an uncertain future
..." Oh how Im addicted to your words!...Your cauldron of experiences with various flavors of life brings out the best in you when you write....I love every word...I can drown in and feel it...It moves the soul...and that which moves the soul is pure...beautiful, brother...Keep writing
hey. this is nice. which is an understatement in itself. i like the flow of words & thoughts meshing itself to create something so beautiful. its beauty which gives pain.
Asmita Ghosh to me
show details 7:50 AM (13 hours ago)
with regards to coffee ( which is truly a beautiful creation from u after a long time...with ur trademarks...)
richa jain - i am completely unaware how does it happen with u poets that whatever u guys write that sounds close..that makes me feel within myself the pain..the feeling is so strong that i am lost in it...it sounds its me sitting there instead of that man..strange but true..
good work (Mar 10)
Immortal the enigma - i can almost smell the aroma..........the coffee is really nice and strong...just the way it should be 12:37 pm
The smoky haze fills up the mind when one reads this......the coffee seems enticing and the aroma fills up the senses............fabulous,the coffee never felt so well-turned before......
such beauty comes with pain
love every word
on behalf of priyanjana
u know whats the best thing about coffee ... its the warmth ... and the intoxication which has the appeal .... beautiful ritayan ...
I read your comments, and I apologize that my email doesn't show up on my profile; it is Roselight16@ymail.com. I like this poem, by the way; although I'm really not a coffee drinker, I admire the way you describe it...it almost makes me want to drink it, even though I know I hate the taste.
thnx for the comment. i m still new to the whole blogging thing so i try and take some time out for it. hopefully i will get better with time. but u r awesome. i just went through a couple of posts of yours and your writing is so unique and creative. i like it. :)
wow, you really paint pictures in your poetry.
Post a Comment