The Cafe

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Aroma of cappuccino
freshly brewed,
tiptoes out
with garbled verbiage
of conversation scented
in stale scones
and cigarette smoke~

decadent platter
of dark chocolate pastries,
lures sugar-lorn eyes
of gluttony…

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An November Morning

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An orphaned moon
lingers as an un-wiped tear
on bland brim of ughten,
as night blends into nothing~
scattering night-jasmines
on the bosom of sleeping earth.

azaleas, carnations n’ orchids,
blossom is fragrant celestial bowers
on sapphire clarities,
a perplexed sun awakens
with aureate yawn pulling
flimsy curtains of candyfloss clouds.

morning breeze sprinkles
dewdrops on sleepyhead roses~
a mother getting her children
out of bed and streaming dreams.

dewy grass tickles freshness
on her nude soles,
as she basks in warm treacle sunshine
photons are sequined on
tangled hair like wayward thoughts
to spin halos in early light.

tea leaves bleed
burnished fluidities in water,
and mixed with lemon juice
it leaves a citrus kiss emblazoned
on her thirsty lips,
as she savors untasted flavors
of a naive morn,
crisp as a golden croissant.

Café au lait moments…

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café au lait moments
frothy, bittersweet and creamy
flavored in variegated thoughts
peppered in sugar granules
blending with moody coffee spoonfuls

~are whispers of a carefree youth
when thoughts hopscotched
through redolent sunshine
and rain-song laced rainbows,

playing peek-a-boo through oriels
of intrigue and adventure,
casting dices in virgin oblivion
to challenge uncertain fate,

letting versicolor balloons
kiss austere and cornflower horizons
like myriads of potpourri emotions
scattering themselves–

their shades
painted o’er bland chiaroscuro
of mixed feeling existence
~a dusk frozen within
a bubble of time.

caffeine is
a calligraphy of hues,
it breathes fragrance in sinews
of a drab chequered verses
born of juvenile imaginations,
filling freshness
within drooping eyelids
of long, languid hours…

Thoughts Brewed in my Kitchen

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tea leaves bleed
aromatic synonyms in water
as it bubbles to fill
piquant anticipations in gaze
of lethargic, mist-draped winters,
poured into chiseled transparencies,
insinuating russet delights
of sweet apple cider.

cookie crumbles
voicing soft innuendoes
of honeyed pleasures,
unheeded by a tongue rolling
in hurriedly munched bites
tinged in caffeinated sips
as preoccupations enshroud
sensibilities of an overwrought mind.

as currency crisp afternoon
crumble like stale scones,
into twilights crocheted in wildflowers,
warming cold-numbed fingers
over brewing warmth of coffee
I rifle through lists of ingredients
needed for impending supper.

appetizing breath of curry
fills the blandness of shivering nights,
preening in starry tiarras,
as moments shell and crunch
their oxymoron moods
like fire-kissed peanuts,
seasoned in finger-licking spices
luring gluttony from
routine monotony of dinner table.

ice-creams relax
their realms undiluted by winter nights
cuddled in snowflake sighs,
while hot chocolate sauce laces
their frozen dreams in passion,
and chilled spoonfuls
are gulped in rapture
to frill cold in icy pleasures.

Remembering You Over Cappuccinos…

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on moonlit winter nights
when absurdities of chilled raindrops
tapper on corrugated rooftops,
as insistent knuckles
fraying the linen of flimsy silence,
on bittersweet demitasse nights.
cold shivers tapestry
my trembling solitudes in goosebumps,
snuggled within fleece quilts
of piquant cappuccino aromas peppered
in sugar granule memories,
I indulge in your reminiscences.

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cocoa giggles salted on mocha mirth,
treacle smiles lace fluid lips
mingling sugar in peppermint laughters,
shared sips like emblazoned kisses
exchanged on the brims of fragile china,
twin straws and huddled faces of togetherness
over iced cappuccinos in frothy coronas,
baked festivities of cookies
flavored in coffee are like crisp dawns
of winter emerging as scented butterflies
from the oblivion of chrysalis-night~
are now sepia tinted recollections.

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you are to me my morning coffee~
your scent rejuvenating my lethargies,
as blind fingers caressing
your latte-silk skin,
relearn hourglass contours as braille
our love story is camaraderie,
caffeine-scented laughters echoing warmth
a blend of passion and vitality
like simmering sips of mocaccinos
and today on this bland night
tasting like stale dredges
of yesterday’s leftover coffee,
I relive our long lost tale of love
gathering you in faded thoughts
like scooped withered molts of fall…

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Coffee-Lorn Winter Morns…

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gulping fluidity of photons
like honeyed sips of cappuccinos,
windows wipe away frosted drowsiness
of bittersweet decaf nights,
as snippets of lethargic winters
slowly come alive draped under
ambiguities of misty translucence—
seemingly a scrambled version
of an obsolete, faded rain-song.

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clad in routine tracksuits
on mornings tasting like blueberries,
he trudges along braving shivers~
miming a jog on his frostbitten limbs,
as rebellious thoughts meander
dreaming of brewing aroma
of hot rejuvenating demitasse,
with dollops of sugarcoated smiles
from his indulgent beloved.

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pigtailed cherubs are like daffodils
prancing on sinuous gravel trails,
their  faces  blushing like pink wild orchids
candy-floss giggles echoing their naïve mischief,
falling wisps of virgin snow leave wet kisses
on their delighted faces, as they dream
of licking ice-cones, laced in chocolate,
on balmy august afternoons
while a sweating sun watches greedily.

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a man in brown overalls,
wears boredom as a mask as he
scrapes away frozen, stale snowflakes
from frosted cobblestone faces,
his heels skidding on slippery dialogue
of crunching crystals underfoot,
as an indifferent sun pours
sunshine spun in sepia shadows,
on snow ladled pine-tops,
and floating aroma of cappuccinos
lures him towards the café next doors.

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saffron-milk sits cooling scented heels
forgotten on the table top,
as I watch the unfolding moments,
while my caffeine addicted nostrils sniff
at faint aroma of coffee
permeating my abstaining senses
and the crisp cookies taste
like sawdust on a coffee-lorn tongue…

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Enceinte Caffeine Blues…

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Tarpaulin sky
– clad in faded denims
taciturn with
meager candy-floss helpings
in sugar-lorn fingers,
holds a gingerbread sun
sprinkling honey
with sticky fingertips.

Shivering fingers-
frostbitten, bone-chilled
caress porcelain cheeks,
imbibing warmth lent by brew
sighing in aromatic sibilants
to erase freckled frost
from faces of sepia panes.

Gingerly I sniff
nostrils prejudiced by
mention of ‘decaffeinated’
at the proffered cup,
yearning for brew nectar of
freshly ground beans.

A crumbled cookie
begs for a dip in the cup,
a hesitant sip waters
a tongue long in withdrawal
without ‘real’ coffee.

Lopsided grimace
approximates a smile as I gulp
the insipid excuse
patiently awaiting attention
on fragile saucer of hope.

Munching at
coffee flavored candy
for solace,
I yield to alluring scents
beckoning from
the neighboring café…