Café au lait moments…


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…


Coffee-Lorn Winter Morns…



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.


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.


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.


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.


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…


A Day At the Cafe…



sitting sipping
caffeine laced warmth from
Styrofoam cups filled in
the machine’s trickled faceless brew,
my eyes rove, drinking in
the scenes unfolding in snippets
like a collage of live snapshots
from a medley of lives
meeting at another crossroad.

a girl in polka dots and freckles
her pigtails limp as her sagging spirits,
sits in a secluded corner,
quietly rifling through her thoughts–
seeking solitude in the crowd,
as her brow puckers in a frown
and listless eyes gaze at distant horizons
wherein perhaps replay
the haunting moments of lost past,
while her coffee loses steam
as it cools its heels and
the cheese omelette congeals into
an unappetizing mass,
yet she sits forlorn and forgotten
unaware of the creeping minutes.

they sit together
their smiles both eager and hesitant
holding hand stealthily under the table,
their gazes longing-filled and dreamy,
talking in whispers, oblivious to
hustle and noise as they share
another stolen moment of togetherness,
too absentminded to bother
about tasteless lukewarm coffee,
or stale muffins,
mundane realities lost in
the tattoo of heart beats tripping
over themselves to be heard
over the furor of voices.

wafting aroma from the pantry
is a blend of smells sweet and piquant,
sighs of fresh pancakes mixed
with scent of brewing tea,
and the fragrance of
pastries and cookies emerging
from the ancient hot oven,
breath of spices and butter
tickles starved nostrils of appetite,
from simmering gravies and broths,
and expectant faces crowd the counter
to place orders with smacked lips,
while the stomach growls
in anticipation of delights to come.

carelessly tossed menus are forgotten
as favorites are hastily parroted
by hordes of youngsters to a hassled waiter
and the token queue snakes down
the over crowded counter in
a room now filled with
laughter, voices and cigarette smoke,
the tablecloth is stained in
dribbled gravy and spilled coffee,
blotches of ketchup and molten butter
while morsels are hurriedly gobbled
by those preoccupied with
unfolding events the beckoning day.

hollered greeting, ringing mobile phones,
impatient, terse exchanges of another busy morn,
merge with the banter and laughter
of those with moments of respite
in their hip pockets,
a misplaced order, a wrongly served dish
are nightmares of the manager
come alive yet again,
customers placated, tempers calmed
tax the tact of harassed waiters,
spilled cup of coffee ensues a fist fight
for a pristine shirt ruined
and a free breakfast
barely manages to sooth frayed nerves.

the college youth in jeans and hipsters,
old gentlemen in tweeds
with an umbrella or a jaunty stick,
spinsters in pince-nez and floral dresses,
girls giggling together in shorts
unaware of leery eyed executives
in business suits and neck ties,
together crowd the tables
adorned in pink with
whites roses winking in wooden vases
newspapers are read, files rifled through,
homeworks copied and lessons mugged,
gossips swapped in stage whispers
and jokes aired butted on old cronies.

it is just another morning
that slowly rolls in the neighboring cafe
and oft leaving the monotony
of my silent predictable mornings at home
I am drawn to this bustling warehouse of humanity
where I watch varied shades of life
together coalesce like the hues of dawn,
it is a graffiti of tastes, smells, lives
that adds some flavor to
the life of insipid, lonely existence–
a window through which
I watch the drama of life enact itself…


Snippets Garnered from Nature’s Reflections…


butterflies flutter in
graffiti taffeta, cradled on
smiling scented rosebuds
and docile violets,
that opens its satin arms
to breathe fragrance.

starry constellations
etch dreams
with stardust fingertips,
peacocks dancing
to tempest’s symphony,
with their fanning plume
brocaded by nature’s needle.

singing cuckoo
is anonymously hidden behind,
verdant foliage,
elusive rainbow is spun
on clouds’ loom,
threaded in shades of vibgyor.

sunflower with
lovelorn eyes for amour sun,
is smiling softly,
as vermilion blush of dawn,
is reflected over turquoise bosom
of rippling lake.

echoing sonata
in cerulean notes from lips
of splashing tides of brine,
is soft rhapsody
reverberating when cascades
runs down stairwell of shingles
on silver tipped stilettos.

salsa of fireflies
that dance in delight, on arms
of boughs drenched in kohl,
and quaint strain
of cicadas that adorns
silence of colorful crepuscule.

are all trifling gifts
from veranda of nature,
snippets of photographic moments
are captured in
variegated shades to felicitate
the beauties of nature…