Of Coffee and Us

So you understand.

As that lock of hair drops lazily on my face.

A little to the left maybe.

The thought to capture it in a frame

And you change your mind.
It's time to go. Time to carry on.
A melody springs through and remembrance is achieved.
I'm walking down.
Trying to go yet desperately wanting to stay.
This rain washed evening and the coffee shop remain.
Conversation.

Never Ending as always.
So we caught each other by the corner of our eyes.
Ah!. It has been that way.

All through!!.
And so I smile.
Yet I have no answer when you ask me why.
Someone got his edge back and is ready to win again.
I welcome him back.
After all no one heals faster than you.
Our good-byes are always so short.
Its always been that way.
Yet we know that there is something more which we could have said.
But we don't. Because we are not such people to do so.
And then I take a moment and tell myself
They spoil every love story by saying its gonna last forever

Prince of Red

One thousand eyes blink.
A crooked smile reflects, endlessly.
Distorted memories staring from the shards.
Pendulum.
Keeping the constant time.

He didn't cry for the races
it seemed before his time.
Once more the runs come afresh; prevailing.
He didn't cry for the placings
too far away to mind
He didn't cry for the princess
even thought he knew.."she could be mine!"
Laughter.
Once again.

Mistake.

Something is undone. Unfulfilled.
Unheard.
Rain and scribbles, thought and smoke.
All stuck up on a tattered parchment
But you never know..........they'll just come alive.
Again.
There is no need to follow rules.
Heh. Right.
Answer me.
Somehow.
Thoughtful and simple.
Quiet and Complicated.
I'm there somewhere. I wish not to be heard.
My innocent hopes contrived.
Faceless.
Mirrored and returned to nothing.
Its all a flashback.
Roads and reels
Lightening and Doors.
I dont think of the Black and White.
Keep it away.....far away from my sight.
Peace long forgotten.
Indeed.

Caught up

Sometimes I'm not certain why you bother.
Do you at all?
Sometimes I don't know what I'm thinking of
Far from it, I really can't say why.
Falling from an edge, unheard and uncared
Hazel and dreamy, I can't hear the words said.
Eventually you' find the voice, though there would be no place for dreams.
A moment for reflection. Wait and watch.
I'm actually rummaging for an answer.