Coffee and
smiles
Morning and
its different styles
Strangers
and memories
It’s once
again time to create new stories
Clouds and
lake
It’s a day
when nothing’s at stake
A wink and
another sigh,
They’re the
specks of truth in this big lie
Tick of
clock and a good bye
Not long
left before this beautiful moment will die
When, two
Romanian Girls met a stupid Indian guy
and thank god
for once, he wasn’t too shy....
*****
Sitting by the lake
letting the clouds engulf me,
I saw her walking down the road,
Like it was spring once again
Walking down the road
sipping a hot cup of coffee
I felt a warmth in this chilly air,
As I saw her sitting by the lake
Fiddling with my pen,
weaving another web of words
The sunshine was returning again,
As I watched her disappear with the clouds
*****
We were creating ripples in the water,
He used his words,
and I used a stone
Manto & Me
This poem had that Romanian touch!
ReplyDeleteKeep traveling, gypsy. :)
Paints a very intriguing picture in your head, this poem.
ReplyDeleteHow beautifully you've captured your journey. Keep travelling often and keep writing. :-)
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