It’s not just coffee, or the stale sandwich (from previous day of course – who delivers fresh at 6:00 AM) of any random all-night cafe I miss. It is the corner one on stop that was the farthest for us both so none could ever find us, it’s that very cafe, that last table, the coffee as fresh as the rising sun when we would meet for secret dates; It is that coffee and the sandwich I wish to be having this week – memories of our love and fights, of tears and smiles as we faced the world together as one, to be forever one; but first some coffee.
For almost an year before we got married , me and my husband would meet at this non descript cafe every alternate Saturday morning. I would later go to my parent’s home for the weekend and he would spend the day playing with friends. This week we celebrate our sixth wedding anniversary in a different country and I miss all those places that have seen us grow together and grow in love.
On and off, between silence and words; we switch gears, high and low our voices grow; surrounded by waves, limitless, as far as eyes go; I look at us, balancing this see-saw of emotions whichever way our lives flow; we laugh, we kiss we argue, but never miss beauty in all this.
I thought of you when mornings happened late.
I thought of you when nights refused to calm down.
I thought of you when the meals went untouched.
I thought of you when clothes remained a mess.
I thought of you when the balcony plant got flowers.
I thought of you when the snow became thing of the past.
I thought only of you.
I thought of you when no words came out of my pen.
I thought of you when favorite songs felt strange.
I thought of you when poetry became harder to tell
I thought of you when stories of new lands failed.
I thought of you when art gave no solace to my soul.
I thought of you when the skies offered no place to go.
did not feel
the same, more like a
new neighbor exchanging
hello, over tea and cookies;
Day by day I paled
trying to add you
(your thoughts and memories)
to the heart that was all yours;
overflowing with you
I floated and sank
between reality and my wants
to have you;
Flour and butter
Sugar and cinnamon
yeast and salt
water somewhat warm; Hold gently, Shower kisses, Playful touch Naughty giggles
Knead and fold
Layer over layer
Flakes and lumps
Carefully flattened Entangled limbs, satin sheets Exciting game plan Unfolds within;
Let the dough rise In desires you drown
Bake with love Serve with a blush
“Do you need anything”, she asked him absent mindedly.
He hesitantly asked if she would get him a glass of water and turn off the lights.
She sighed as she kept the book away. The hero’s last wish had to wait till morning to be read. Right now her life’s hero wanted to sleep !
“I will be patient
When temper flies
Sense out of mind”
“I will reign in
When my patience dies
A slow painful death”
So the said
More often than
One spoke too soon,
Replied even sooner;
But they loved more
Than such words
And laughed more
This is a poem in 55 words for marathon blogger’s drabble week.
Dedicated to me and pati <3
The colors of silence change
For who wields it;
Mine are mostly red
Of love passion
And sometimes rage
They can be dark
Like core of the night,
Or of my soul
The best i love
Is when it is white,
The blinding emptiness
Of peace ,
Of being one with you.
birthdays , anniversaries, festivals
some how they lost meaning for me except birthdays I can say, specially mine , if it is a memorable day. But there are some other dates,
I celebrate with all my heart,
I love to cherish and live those hours
when we met , when we loved,
when we fought and later kissed,
when I proposed, when you finally did too,
when we were engaged, and officially “we”
when we celebrated these days,
even if I had to remind you the dates; These are my favorite celebrations
and they led us here today –
a wedding in three weeks,
a life time of dates to note and make special.