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.
All the Mondays together Piled high on the debris Of restless weekends Worried about tomorrow Always in a race Forever out of time Our life has wings Our destiny is in flight Shoving, climbing, scraping To the top, until the bell tolls!
Take me to apple orchards, For walks in lavender fields Show me colors so idyllic Make me forget darkness On the road and in my destiny! Adorn me with terracotta jewels Trinkets of clay, as sublime, fragile As my soul that will discard All that seems so precious today!
This lush photograph was taken by me in April 2019 during a walk in front of the Hyatt House in Parsippany, New Jersey. It is a reminder of how things have changed in the past one year. The office I was visiting in that locality has closed it’s physical presence.
Had it not been for the pandemic, I could have revisited this beautiful location in April 2020. The plan, the trip, did not materialize as meetings embraced a digital avatar. Looking back, this photograph and the words are a reminder to take that walk, enjoy that beauty, have gratitude for the good things, and most importantly capture the moments.