A Hot Cup of Coffee – Tiny poetry
Category: Poetry
The Little Pink Flower
The Red Postbox
The old wooden bridge
Under the Turquoise lipstick
It was as much blue as much it was green
It first kissed her lips, When she turned a teen..!
With stick turquoise, she shared a great bond
She was no Hermoine, but it was her magic wand..!
Staying in her bag and at times in denim pockets
It knew her joys and those buried secrets..!
Cheeks, goblets and on few lips – she’d left its stain
Few remained beloved and many turned disdain.!
Quivering of her lips, her lust, angst and agony
It hid them all across seasons – hot, cold and rainy..!
It wasn’t just her decor, it was her masking veil
Sometimes strong and sometimes frail…!
What lied beneath the turquoise lipstick, no one knew!
It was a weird color – Few found it glitzy and many just sneered.!
It’s a weird color that lived a mysterious life with her
Gleaming when she smiled and smiling when she cried.!
-chan
What did the beer say?
It stayed in there, for long few weeks
In the grand old keg, with no big leaks..
Five days away from the month of Jan
It was locked and sealed, in a large tin can..!
The pale brown beer soon wanted to leave
But a week from now was new year’s eve..!
With song and dance, under white moon light
The beer was promised a merry night…!
When the frenzy crowd sang ten to one..
A man picked the beer, the lady a bourbon.!
At the sight of her, it bubbled with joy..
She looked as pretty as the lady in troy..!
To propose to her, while she stayed in poise..
The man lacked words and the beer a voice..!
She clinked the glasses and called for cheers
He sipped the beer and it melted his fears..!
He confessed his love, when the light went dim
Was it the man or the beer inside him?
Looking at her, I wonder what he said
But her smile had died and the face turned red..!
While the rest were busy wishing new year
He turned grim and spoke to the beer…!
I liberated you, set you free.!
But you turned sour and you lathered,
spilled my secrets and all over.! – He alleged
What did the beer say?
My life is short, I don’t age like wine
My froth is the key, but the fools do whine..
You set me free, is what you think..
Contrary is the truth, Now shut up and drink..!
-Chan
Perilous path of delirious mind
Oh Mr. Vagabond, oh dear happiness
While you seek home
Hopping from one heart to another
And sometimes taking shelter in those deluded minds..
If you come across him
Stay there for a little longer,
Stay with him, But not forever..!
Caress him; fill his heart with joy, but not too much..!
He is ambitious
His is a nomad, like you…
Seeking shelter in one dream and another…
Dreams that only grow bigger and better…
Leave him before he grows content
That would be a contempt, but a necessary evil!
Like a horse that has to go through the dressage
He needs to be roughened up, he needs to be broken down, forever and ever…
Oh Mr. Vagabond, oh dear happiness
In every person who has been a part of his life, Leave a part of you..!
May be that’s the purpose of his life…
May be that’s the truth he should be veiled from..!
He is a delirious mind on a perilous path
Let him be in that never ending pursuit of purpose..!
-Chan
