Monday, September 13, 2010

In The Café One Afternoon

Even humdrum events,
the frothing cup’s rising steam,
or a paper bag spilling contents,
is a slow build-up to a curious dream.
Speech is redundant then, instead-
we balance the quietness on our tongues.

Inside us a thousand mad hornets
stir up a sand-storm which the-
bitter espresso fails to subdue.

You smile your languorous smile-
lips widen across half-shaven jowl.
I long to lick it up from your face-
that smile and the coffee perfume-
to welter in those endless skies
hidden in your mouth, and to
chew on the strange something
that always lingers there.


Shamanth Huddar said...
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Shamanth Huddar said...

A nice one :) I like it :)
loved the contained intensity.

But I really miss your trademark monologues cooked with the right amount of angst, randomness and tasteful humour :)

Bring 'em back I say.

Vikas Chandra said...

Great great!!

Reminded me of Vikram Seth's poems..

This one is a beauty!

athiran said...

this one deserves to be in a thousand anthologies.

Zlaek said...

contained intensity, SHamanth said it.