SUGAR IN MY COFFEE

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 maybe some pastries

To dress up a cup of.....

Black, cappuccino, affogato, latte, or regular coffee

 

Every sip tasted so sweet, warm, and rosy

Because the sugar he mixed made it worth drinking

Every time we'd hook up together

In spring, summer, autumn, and winter

My eyes would love to see

How he puts sugar into my coffee

And I'd smile deeply

 Passed a year now

I want to find you again in that coffee house

I tasted all the coffee they had on the menu

And added a can full of sugar from all the venues

Nothing made it sweet in sips

It tasted bitter on my lips

It wasn't the sugar

It wasn't the ingredients

It was your compassion

You used to mix in my coffee

Its rosy pinky color has dissolved into black

I drink it in your memory

Praying to find the sweetness again

As my bitter cup gazes at me in the rain

 

  

"No more words, no more gestures are now obligatory

No more chocolates, no more cookies are necessary
Just put some sugar in my coffee"