Inside the warmth of an afternoon café Her romantic eyes Clicked pictures of the fallen sun, And how its golden pollens Rolling down from Her lover's caffeinated cheek. Empty chairs around them Empty dishes and cups, Unsaid emotions of people already left Stirred the silence inside her. Behind the window glass She felt another world revolving, Devoid of quiet laziness. Festival of various faces with Running colours in hands Flying words in hearts Were re-cycling the myth of time Or maybe moulding some lives out of it. Her amazed self collected Those moments or movements, Like a child snatches from the wind Pebbles of rainbow after rain. And when he asked her If she wanted to take anything, Without opening her lips She answered, "I have just taken in everything."
This poem is the reflection of what my friend Sreeja had experienced on a particular afternoon in a café. I'm thankful to her for this poem :)