A stained tissue,
an empty coffee mug
on a quaint wooden table
a lingering fragrance of lavender
a lost mauve scarf.
Tag: coffee
Butterly Fingers
In a hurry,
He applied butter on his toast
Wiped his hands on his clothes
Picked up his coffee mug
Looked down with a shrug
His face full of worry
His buttery fingers were no good in a hurry!
What is Your Idea of a Cosy Time?
*A cup of coffee with a chocolate chip cookie on the side.
*Turning out the lights and lighting up a few candles/fairy lights.
*Lying on the grass and looking up the sky.
*Cuddling on the couch with your fuzzy kitten/puppy.
*Sharing a blanket and watching a movie with your love.
*Lying on the bed with headphones and listening to your favorite music.
*Reading a book by the window while drinking hot chocolate.
*Staying up all night and sharing stories with your best friend.
*A cup of tea when it’s raining outside.
*Reading bedtime stories to your little ones.
*Writing a poem late at night.
*A long soak in a hot tub with scented candles.
*Sitting on your comfy armchair by the fireplace reading the daily newspaper.
*Rewatching old favorite movies for the 1000th time with a bag of chips.
Creamy Mornings
He plopped a dollop of cream
In her hot mug of morning coffee
Making it all the more heavenly.
Tempted
Lured into a bakery
By the warm smell of bread
& roasted coffee beans.
Little Encounters of Love
At the cafe, we both reached out at once towards the cup of coffee placed at the counter. Our hands stopped midway, she turned and looked at me.
Our eyes locked for.. one second, two seconds, three seconds..
She quickly blinked and looked away.
I apologized and said, “Please, go ahead.”
She hesitated while reaching for the coffee.
So I said, “It’s fine, I am in no hurry.”
She lifted the cup, turned towards me again, looked into my eyes and gave me a smile.
I felt my heart stop.
She said, thank you and walked away.
A Warm Bakery
On a rainy morning,
At some time of the day in mid-winter
I heard a sound of hustling,
Was it the trees rustling?
No silly, it’s the silver crockery
Crowded in Malvern Buttery.
The sounds of murmur rise in the air,
Is this a cafe or a winter fair?
With the warm smell of coffee
and oven-baked soft breads
A tingling grumble rises deep in the belly.
Wishful Thinking
Day 39
Excitedly hiding,
in the darkness of my room.
Penning down thoughts.
All cuddled up under warm layers & sheets.
Only wish for a kitten on the lap,
A stack of books,
And a jar of coffee beside me. *_*
Morning Gyan
Day 12
Open your eyes
Rub them light.
It’s a new day again
Rise up with a smile.
Sip on a cup of coffee
Everything will be just fine.
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