Coffee House Tales – Imagine Meeting You There, War and Peace

Once more, Coffee House,
I spill your dark on my papers.
It runs, obliterates a phone number 
and settles in a rounded end
as if its purpose is done.

She asked me why I 
try analogue, to be a ‘lone reed’.
I knew the movie she watched,
said that I drunk too many
art films unreleased.

I shall not call her,
and in the following decade 
meet her without recognising 
her original features.
She will hold a book I’ll desire to finish
and shall never do so because I 
have too many wars within and little peace.

 

 

Words and Picture Kushal Poddar

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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