A DROP OF MY SEA

It's been days and days...And each day felt like a decade. Each time she strikes a date on the calendar, it literally bleeds my heart out. I'm wounded inside out, yet I'm on this drive to tear us both apart. I just wish to silently take away all of her pain and put her to a sound sleep. I'm ready to be the devil as long as my angel is smiling. She refuses to smile, she declines all joy, and she repudiates elation. All she is ingesting is a routine of sadness, a day full of grief, and a night of appalling illusion. I loathe myself for being this to her. She is oblivious. But I know the truth. Just like day and night follow each other but can never coexist. I guess I'm always going to be on the lookout for her. But never show up in person. Call me a coward or call me insane, but all I ever wanted is her to be happy.    I can't sleep without hearing her voice. I can't call her, I don't want to shatter her with my brutal conduct. I'll just have to

Image: Ujala Chowdhry Serendipity in the thirteenth century Silhouetted into a marvelous discovery No more words, no more gestures are now obligatory Just some chocolates, cookies or maybe some pastries To dress up a cup of... Black, cappuccino, affogato, latte, or regular coffee   Ethiopia, where coffee embarked upon its first flight Landed into two hearts, so naive "Let's go for a coffee" A friend asked me When opened the coffee shop doors The smell of freshly roasted beans stimulated my senses in chorus   I climbed the stairs And he waved to me, laid back on the bamboo chair He ordered a strong, masculine, royal mochaccino with caramel And I asked for a soft, feminine, and a shy cappuccino with nuts of hazel   Putting sugar in my coffee He stared at me persistently Mixing it with a gorgeous silver spoon He made the cream look like a coffee moon No more words, no more gestures are now obligatory Just some chocolates, cookies or