Cafe Dreams

I choose Cafe Dreamonic

When the poets will walk the wailing leaves

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When the poets will
Walk the wailing leaves
Brown and crisp,
Fill their blank pages with black,
I will choose Cafe Dreamonic,
Snug-fitted at some remote corner 
of the city,
Order our favourites, just to get it cold,
A ruse to sit and talk……

I will not mind the surround cacophony,
Shallow laughters, energetic supersonics,
Hushed murmurs — the perfect background
score to our confab,

Then in sometime,
The sun will leave our table
And moon may not arrive
But the stars will lead us
In a backdrop of that blue-buttered
Celestial spread, just like movies,

When they will be busy
Shaping ghouls of an innocent
fruit, playing karaoke with 
the dead,
It will be cold outside and you 
will lend me your coat,
Drop me by my door and forget
To take it back — remembering
A ploy to come back again

Just like movies….

You are the anti-aging cream
I am yet to buy,
Maybe I never will…
The mirror looks at 
Supple inside, stroked tenderly
with unprocessed Shea….

I try to get up but my knees
create moments silent,
No. It’s nothing new.

My bones have lost their tongue,
The tongue can’t chew its teeth,
I may spill my coffee, spoil your dress,
Not find a scarf to cover my embarrassed face,

But it’s nothing new.
I felt like forty when I was twenty,
So either I never got up
Or never grew,

You can see…

Time moves propitious, 
Burning fragrance of remembrance,
Chill bordering the warm petals
Which never wither below
that sheet of ice —

Last Winter. This Winter. Every Winter.

All restless moments put to sleep,
In my world of dreams and the
Poetics of it…..

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