She smiled from across the street. Her smile the morning call of birds in a deep and elderly forest: candles in a morning. Smile that makes smile in bad times. Accident of the gods; in their rash evil creations, there they created unnoticed beauty. Sublime and gentle: happiness. And then cursed man for it: their mistake.
- Candles flickered in the morning light
Oblivious that they were ignored
The change in temperament they understood not
For at night they shall much be adored.
Her purpose was quite simple. Her heart was full. In her love for coffee, she strode towards it. Modern capitalist achievements, bars serving coffee.
The building was new, it was glazing through and through. The ground floor was called Sista-The Coffee Bar. Her destination. Coffee gave her a sense of belonging, it gave her freedom in those minute moments of sipping. Everywhere she went people stared at her, at her smile. But this was the only time when she was oblivious to the piousness of those eyes. The want of them; the jealousy.
She entered the immaculately clean glass door and softly spotted a seat for herself in the far left corner of the room. Her coffee immediately arrived.
- Cat’s kiss to the brown coffee
Her smile for a pending life given
Thus she kissed the brown china cup
And nothing was ever in my heart the same.
1 comment:
Bherrry nice this one...I think i like it mostly because of my coffee obsession :)
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