sweet emotion blooms,
as she gently sashays near;
hearts resonate, melt!

Hadn't I said that we would abruptly meet?
It was the gift of the cravings I got before.
I felt that life was just only a moment
When I embraced you with my eyes afar.

I got how insanely I yearned for you
As I madly began to shiver so hard.
Even yet I can feel that excitement
Which makes my feelings and mind drift apart

With the eristic lacks which I always had
I could not be consoled, it's my nature.
Before you helped me retrieve my peaceful shelter,
I had been wandering as a homeless creature.

Home is not a place like a cot or as a nest,
Home is where you feel yourself during the day
And you have become my restful, cheerful home
Where you're rarely seen as a houseguest

Just lend an ear to my lovesick missing,
It is inviting you heartily and gently.
I am hospitable, you also feel at home,
Please, pay a visit very frequently.

the art of making coffee
doesn’t start with what it is thought to be.
no, it’s not a mixture of beans and water
or, warm milk and sugar together—
the art of making coffee
starts with you and me.

it starts with the truth from reality
mixed with the scar of pity,
when the night creeps in,
stars from above seeps in
and all at once, everything feared disappeared,
overcome by sweet riddles of you
that appeared.

so,  from you to me
amidst this ironic actuality—
thats how you make the perfect coffee.


— you’re the (sugar) sweetness in this reality (coffee)

Beautiful is a word
or a thing that you
create inside your mind.
The society is not wrong
to frame the boundary of beauty.
It's just a majority not all.