Category Archives: OSI

Black Coffee

It was the same cafe,
or so she thought;
the smiling face at the counter,
guiding everyone about
every cup billed for,
recommending just the right one,
scoring more smiles
from the kind old coffee lovers,
a nod from the new ones,
and an occasional “thank you”.
It was all the same
or so she thought
till he read her thoughts,
knew how she sheltered
her pain within the coffee
and sipped on,
ignoring the black coffee
she so hated,
but upgraded her taste still.
Written for The Sunday Whirl , OSI , Sunday Scribblings
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Dear Sister

Long time ago,
I sang few lines,
praises of you
and your love
that fills my time;
I wonder if you
remember this
or let those thoughts
behind some where
as you moved on;
so today I thoguht
to try once more,
to appeal to you
with my ways
of dealing words.
will you like
to hear of clothes
the fabrics and colors,
the random mix and match
some lovely, some odd?
Or would you prefer
to hear of the stuff
full of glitter and gloss,
part real,part not
some precious,some lost.
Or maybe you can
finally cherish
the spaces this poem charts,
the smiles that shine free
even as we stand world apart.


Prompted @ OSI , sunday Scribblings , OctPoWriMo

Absence

He has been absent
for long;
the doorknob gone cold,
the mats heavy and dull
awaiting his footsteps
that led more to her
than to the house in all.
she has been waiting
so long;
the recipie books torn,
the stoves left to gather dust,
awaiting him in next chair,
her gaze fixed
on stale food,his empty chair.
In an old cemetry he lies,
wondering how long
she could hold on to hopes,
In the adjacent grave she lies
wondering how long
he would take to be home.
The food,the home,
the warmth, the love,
all lost.long ago.

Prompted @ OSI , Magpie Tales