The Friday Challenge #FromOneLine prompt is apt for a coffee lover like me.
She liked her coffee sweet
With a dash of cinnamon spice
Flavored with the sleepy silence
Of a pristine day peeping out
Of the blanket of dawn light
A tender sip awakens the soul
With a potion offering succor
In this moment, warm with hope
It does not matter that
The world was made of ice
Tendrils of steam rising
From earthy cups of caffeine
In hot chocolate fudge
Melting emotions converge
When the heart is in love
Coffee shop conversations
Are warm, tender, pleasing
Like swirling shapes on a latte
Until they dissipate
When feelings turn cold
Just as the pale beverage
That has lost its allure
Drowned in brown
I am wading through
Frothy waves,
It’s a bit much
This aroma of coffee
At the corner cafe;
Faint guitar strings
Click of Scrabble tiles
Or keys on a laptop
Clatter, chatter
A little laughter
Just another evening
As the sun dissolves
Into another cup
Staining the bottom
With a rust orb –
The circle of life!
Two decades back when coffee cafes started blooming in Indian cities, this was a common sight in the evenings with young people, mostly IT employees, converging at the cafes. It was part of being hep. It could be overwhelming for the loners, yet alluring. Coffee cafes are nostalgic. It signaled the coming of age, of a new, aspiring India that could stay awake all night with evening coffee in the veins.
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