On this chilly café
independently, I sat.
To this Toffee Nut
Frappuccino, I sipped.
With my never ending reverie
called “self-pity”,
I am consumed.
Paved way for this
sudden urge to get
my purple-inked pen, and
my nasty leather brown notebook,
from my old blue sling bag.
What to write?
Believe me, I have no idea.
I just feel like to scribble
this nonsense out from
my littered thoughts, and
disarrayed emotions of this
solitary state called “singlehood”.
For where are those shoulders
to lean on?
Where are those hands to hold?
Where are those sparkling eyes
that stares back?
*Where are those?
Where are those?*
When can I ever
have someone to share
this table with?
When can I ever
hear another heartbeat
next to mine?
When can I ever read my poetry
to this “special one”?
*When can I?
When can I?*
So now, five minutes left
is all I have.
I’ll be packing my things now,
stop this senseless scribbling,
head to the office,
with coffee on my hand.
This reverie, I must halt.
To rather remind myself:
“Hey, today’s a brand new day.
and who knows?
Who Knows?”
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 11:24 PM UTC
On this chilly café
independently, I sat.
To this Toffee Nut
Frappuccino, I sipped.
With my never ending reverie
called “self-pity”,
I am consumed.
Paved way for this
sudden urge to get
my purple-inked pen, and
my nasty leather brown notebook,
from my old blue sling bag.
What to write?
Believe me, I have no idea.
I just feel like to scribble
this nonsense out from
my littered thoughts, and
disarrayed emotions of this
solitary state called “singlehood”.
For where are those shoulders
to lean on?
Where are those hands to hold?
Where are those sparkling eyes
that stares back?
*Where are those?
Where are those?*
When can I ever
have someone to share
this table with?
When can I ever
hear another heartbeat
next to mine?
When can I ever read my poetry
to this “special one”?
*When can I?
When can I?*
So now, five minutes left
is all I have.
I’ll be packing my things now,
stop this senseless scribbling,
head to the office,
with coffee on my hand.
This reverie, I must halt.
To rather remind myself:
“Hey, today’s a brand new day.
and who knows?
Who Knows?”