Café et toi

Sitting on your desk,
Reverting mails.
Hitting those tiny keys,
and biting your nails.

Mundane tasks, our oxygen masks?
Preparing drafts,
the same old craft.

Stuck between calls,
the daily brawls.
Some downfall,
and the Hypertext Transfer Protocol.

Yet in between, there comes a time,
you sit back and ring the chime.
The melodramatic aroma,
snaps you out of the Coma.

Crushed beans, finely powdered,
the dark essence , makes your heart beat louder.
Boiled with a little sugar, milk,
there is something just about to click.

2 glasses, steaming hot,
Struggling, to get hold of a spot.
Waiting to cool down, you break the silence,
So.. what’s up..? And you start with a vigilance.

You pick up words , to keep it going,
She doesn’t stop either, mind blowing !
Small talks turn into interests, laughs into giggle,
Time flies, and the glasses jiggle.

The hot glass now, no longer troubles,
You are already lost, into the love bubbles.
Cold as ice, the coffee envy’s her,
Not a sip yet, a tragic turn over.

You look at your coffee, and see it staring back,
But alas ! her smile, what a hack !
You try enjoying your coffee, lost in the wary thoughts,
Leaving behind some unfinished talks.

On your way back, You sneak a look,
And thank the Skype chat , something not from the textbook.
Still grasping the moments, your journey ahead is foggy
But someone truly said, a Lot can happen over a Coffee !